Leaving aside the shock in Zhang Juhai's heart, on the dock battlefield, Xiang Anxu had not died from Yang Zhengshan's violent strike. He had not even been severely injured. Only his right arm ached dully, and half his body would not stop tingling.
That blow just now had looked as if it had battered Xiang Anxu terribly, but in truth, it had not done him much harm.
An Innate Martial Artist's physique was already extremely powerful, and that power was not only reflected in their constitution, but in their skin, muscles, bones, meridians, and internal organs.
Their skin became extraordinarily tough, their muscles solid and elastic. Though their bones could not compare to steel, they were still as hard as bedrock. Their meridians were even more incomparably resilient, and their internal organs were no longer as fragile as those of ordinary people.
And Innate Martial Artists could even use Qi Control to form armor. The protective force of armor condensed from Innate True Qi was no worse than iron armor.
With a powerful physique and the protection of true qi armor, an Innate Martial Artist's defenses were still very strong.
Xiang Anxu climbed up from the ground, his expression shifting between dark and bright as he looked at Yang Zhengshan.
"Dao Intent!"
Yang Zhengshan looked at the long sword in his hand. It was over three feet long and about an inch wide, its edge snow white. Clearly, it was a fine sword. But what Yang Zhengshan was looking at was not whether the sword was good or bad, but the faint, shimmering light upon its edge.
Seeing that he did not speak, Xiang Anxu suddenly raised his sword and charged toward him.
Entering the Dao was the realm most Innate Martial Artists dreamed of, but this did not mean