True qi was produced by the convergence of four things: blood, qi, spirit, and essence. The deity one visualized imbued it with all kinds of attributes.
Visualizing the Ten Kings of Hell while using the Senluo Palm produced a gray palm strike. Visualizing the Great Sage Equal to Heaven while using the Senluo Palm, on the other hand, made it golden, like the color of a monkey's fur.
Perhaps it shouldn't be called the Senluo Palm. It ought to be called the Great Sage Palm!
Bang! The palm struck Wu Jing squarely in the chest, yet Wu Jing didn't budge an inch. He then raised the Precept Blade high and swung it at Shi Feizhe, aiming to chop off his arm.
"...External Hardening Skill!" Shi Feizhe rolled away like a donkey, narrowly dodging the strike. The blade sliced open the sleeve on his left arm. It had come within a hair's breadth of turning him into Yang Guo.
At that moment, Shi Feizhe understood a little of how Mr. Wang had felt back at Three Talents Manor.
Damn it!
In the jianghu, everyone went around hacking at each other with blades and swords. But you just had to wear a whole suit of armor without even losing any agility. Wasn't that a recipe for slaughtering everyone in sight?
So, the top martial arts in the jianghu weren't necessarily External Hardening Skills, but the most shameless ones certainly were.
External Hardening techniques were rather rare, though. On top of that, practitioners had to endure pain beyond what ordinary people could bear, and training consumed several times the usual amount of medicinal herbs. That was why there were so few External Hardening experts in the jianghu.
More than half of these experts came from Buddhist sects.
They couldn't help it. Buddhist sects