Wang Xian narrowly dodged Wang Ruofei's overhead slash, then suddenly drove out a fist with his left hand!
What looked like a simple punch carried his suppressed fury and the killing intent that had lain dormant through an entire winter!
As the punch flew out, the air above the Life-and-Death Platform abruptly contracted.
Physical force no weaker than that of the Nascent Soul realm slammed heavily into Wang Ruofei's chest!
But to Wang Xian's surprise, the punch felt as though it had struck solid rock.
"Ah..."
The instant Wang Ruofei was hit in the chest and sent flying backward, under the sunlight, Wang Xian caught sight of a faint patch of black beneath Wang Ruofei's gray robes, carrying an eerie air.
He had not expected his opponent to be wearing a protective soft armor!
Not only had he used a talisman to gather protective aura around his body, he was even wearing soft armor!
Just how afraid of death were you?!
With a muffled grunt, Wang Ruofei drew in a deep breath!
Fortunately, under his double-layered protection, that sudden punch had not injured him!
When Wang Xian threw that punch, Wang Ruofei had only managed to sidestep and shift his body. He had not been able to evade it completely.
He had not expected that after so short a time apart, the youth on Phoenix Terrace who had survived nine hundred and ninety-nine sword strikes had actually tempered his physical body!
Madness!
This world had gone mad!
What kind of spiritual medicine could bring someone back from the dead?
And turn a youth whose meridians had all been severed and whose cultivation had been lost into someone as terrifying as he was today?
He could not stop himself from trembling. That youth, who looked like a little boat adrift upon