Eight Circles

Forty-eight Bulls Strength amounted to a hundred thousand jin. Unless one had cultivated to the Soul Sensing Realm, no physical body could possibly withstand it head-on.

What puzzled him even more was that the Water Gang Sha had clearly entered that man's body. How could he possibly have risen unharmed?

The countless things he couldn't understand sent Ji Lie spiraling into his own inner world, where he kept roaring in fury.

Xu Yi pushed the Third Prince away and sent him a voice transmission. "I advise you not to entertain any other ideas. If I die, you'll die for sure. If you dare let slip anything I told you, believe me, I'll make sure you die this instant."

Xu Yi's resurrection had already terrified the Third Prince out of his wits. Now, hearing Xu Yi threaten him like that, he was so frightened that his soul nearly fled his body. He stumbled away, his legs turning to jelly.

After sending the Third Prince packing, Xu Yi paid no mind to the eyes fixed on him. He summoned a vat of clean water and poured it over himself from head to toe, then circulated his blood and qi to steam himself dry. His body, white as freshly laundered silk, had not a single uninjured patch.

Fortunately, the potent medicinal effects of several pills were rapidly repairing his wounds, and the bleeding had already stopped.

He summoned a brand-new blue robe and draped it over himself as if no one else were present. Then he strode forward, smiling at Ji Lie. Suddenly, he turned toward the young eunuch not far away and asked, "How far did His Highness send me flying just now? Did you measure it?"

The young eunuch snapped out of his daze and hurried forward. He activated the measuring