"Don't run!"
Lin Taichu's expression darkened as he raised a hand and pointed.
The golden great seal flew over in an instant like a shooting star, smashing into Xiao Yang's back.
"Urgh!"
Xiao Yang spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned deathly pale, and he nearly passed out as he fell to the ground like a rag doll.
"Heh heh, Xiao Yang, let's see how long you can keep dodging!"
Lin Taichu's eyes brimmed with malice. He struck with his palm, like a collapsing mountain peak, and slammed it viciously into Xiao Yang.
This palm contained six times his strength. If an ordinary Innate Realm martial artist were struck by it, they would either die or be severely injured.
Yet Xiao Yang was completely unharmed. He even rose to his feet, two chilling rays shooting from his eyes.
"I promised you that you wouldn't need to worry. Today, no one will be able to harm you."
"What? What did Xiao Yang mean by that?"
Song Qinghuan widened her eyes, uncertain and alarmed.
Crack! Crack!
Just then, black runes suddenly surfaced across Xiao Yang's body, wrapping him entirely as though he had donned a suit of dark-gold battle armor.
"How is this possible? His cultivation clearly hasn't improved much. How could he possibly condense protective astral energy?"
Lin Taichu's eyelid twitched in disbelief.
For martial artists to refine protective astral energy, they had to expend an enormous amount of true essence to condense it successfully.
Moreover, once astral energy formed, its defensive power increased dramatically.
Even ordinary seventh- or eighth-level Innate Realm experts would find it difficult to break through it.
Xiao Yang was only a mid-stage Innate martial artist. How could he accomplish this?
It was not just him; Song Qinghuan was stunned as well.
"Could it be