How Strong Is My Master, Huh?

When Demon Venerable Lord attacked Feng Qingwu, Hua Yunfei wasn't the least bit worried. He even felt like spamming "666."

An Immortal Realm cultivator fighting a Quasi-Immortal Emperor—surely that was even more explosive than that guy who used a kunai to stab Susanoo?

Pfft!

The sound of flesh shattering rang out abruptly, followed by Demon Venerable Lord's scream. Clutching his shattered arm, he staggered back several steps.

"You... you... what is your cultivation level?"

Demon Venerable Lord was still in shock. He stared at Feng Qingwu, his cyan skin turning pale with fright.

He had been the one attacking just now. The red-robed woman hadn't retaliated—or even defended herself. Yet when his palm landed on her, it was his own hand that had been shattered!

He couldn't understand it. The red-robed woman before him had no cultivation at all, and her eyes were lifeless. She seemed little different from a fool. How could her body shatter the arm of an Immortal Being like him?

What's more, even after his arm had shattered, the red-robed woman hadn't so much as furrowed her brow, as though she hadn't felt a thing.

Endless Venerable Lord and Heart Source Venerable Lord had been watching Hua Yunfei approach. When they saw what happened, they too were stunned, staring in disbelief at the stump of Demon Venerable Lord's arm.

They knew exactly how tough Demon Venerable Lord's body was. He could well be called the strongest in the Endless Sea, yet his arm had been shattered just because he'd slapped someone?

And his opponent hadn't even been hurt?

"Life is long, yet you insist on taking shortcuts."

Hua Yunfei came to Feng Qingwu's side and looked at the three Venerable Lords with a smile. "Do you know what cultivation level this person standing before you has?