Wang Xian took a deep breath. Naturally, he would not reveal his secret.
No matter what, he possessed the Prison-Suppressing Body... No matter how worthless the old man made it sound, only Wang Xian knew that it would not be easy for the old man to break his bones with a single punch.
However, that punch from the old man had stirred his fighting spirit.
This was the first time he had encountered an old man capable of sending him flying with a single punch. Even the old sword immortal of Sword City probably did not possess such ability.
Meeting a true expert in battle was also a rare opportunity.
As he focused his mind and gathered his qi, he replied in a trembling voice, "I have learned from you!"
The old man stepped forward, and even the earth beneath his feet trembled. Under the sunlight, the snow pines around the mountaintop glimmered with a faint, almost imperceptible radiance.
To Wang Xian's eyes, it was as though certain runes were hidden within the void.
The old man sneered. "The so-called realm of the physical body is about expelling the filthy qi you acquired after birth... transforming the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the power of your flesh, using your body to contend against heaven and earth!"
"Most cultivators in the Demon Realm understand this principle. Are you an idiot or something? Don't you know that one force can break ten thousand techniques? Before absolute strength, every move is nothing but an illusion!"
"And without powerful physical strength, how could you command a Sword City as massive as a mountain and slay enemies a thousand zhang away?"
Wang Xian only understood bits and pieces, yet he agreed with the old man's words.
In his fragmented memories, there had once