Powerful cultivators really were that formidable. Even while they slept, the power within their bodies would protect them on its own.
The rebound packed quite a punch.
Song Shuhang was sent flying and tumbled several times... his head and body even came apart.
Black-Skinned Soft Feather cried, "We're going to crash! We're going to crash!"
"Wake Senior White up, quick!" Song Shuhang's head cried urgently.
"Too late!" Senior Turtle's head and limbs zipped into his shell. He pulled Onion Lady inside with him and shouted, "Everyone, brace for impact!"
"My head, my head!" Song Shuhang cried. He had instinctively activated his hair, intending to turn it into fists.
But the moment he did, he discovered that his hair had become short. He only managed to form twenty tiny fists. They looked like twenty little toy fists perched on a buzz cut.
A Hair Palm like this was completely useless. It couldn't even pound anyone's chest; it was purely decorative.
Su Clan's Sixteen hurried over to Song Shuhang and bent down to pick up his head.
Boom!
The flying sword artifact had already crashed into the mountain ahead.
After a deafening collision, the gigantic flying sword artifact sheared off the mountain's peak and plunged straight into its body.
The flying sword artifact had been traveling so fast that the force of the impact was equally tremendous.
Song Shuhang's head was flung away again before Sixteen could pick it up.
His head hurtled toward the iron wall—just before his face struck it, a black lotus blossomed between his face and the wall, cushioning the impact.
Smack!
Song Shuhang's face smashed straight through the Black Lotus and made intimate contact with the iron wall.
"Aaah, aaah~ aaah~" Song Shuhang let out a string of miserable screams. If he hadn't used thought power and