Ma Xianhong dead?
No!
Of course not!
How could he possibly die so easily?
That was absolutely impossible!
See?
"..."
At that moment, he was walking out of the ashen ruins step by step, his face frighteningly grim!
And not only was he still alive, but under Feng Baobao's seemingly high-end, flashy, and unbelievably powerful barrage—which had probably only dealt two or three hundred points of damage—he'd merely lost one of his protective magic treasures. He'd been caught off guard because he hadn't dodged in time, so he looked a little disheveled and had sustained a few minor injuries. That was all.
Yes, just minor injuries.
After all, he was the village chief of Biyou Village, the leader of the new Interception Sect, which advocated teaching everyone without discrimination, the great-grandson of Ma Ben in the Thirty-Six Thieves, and the inheritor of one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, "Divine Machine Hundred Refinements"!
What was Divine Machine Hundred Refinements?
It was one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, hailed as the pinnacle of weapon crafting!
Unlike ordinary weapon crafters, who might spend a lifetime managing to make just a handful of magical artifacts, Divine Machine Hundred Refinements allowed its user to make them extremely quickly. Not only could it supply many people with relatively low-grade artifacts, it could also produce more advanced ones—even treasures.
So, although Feng Baobao had caught him off guard with her unexpected attack and an enormous amount of qi far beyond what a normal person could possess, and had even absurdly smashed one of his prized protective treasures and caused him a few minor injuries, none of that mattered to Ma Xianhong!
If one treasure broke, he could just replace it with another. It was no big deal.
Ma Xianhong might not be particularly good at anything else.