Wine-Drinking Monk, who was normally ruddy-faced, instantly turned pale. At the same time, his monk's robe swelled abruptly, making his entire body seem to grow a size larger.
He retreated at high speed. With every step he took back, his robe shrank a little. Only after retreating ten steps did it return to normal—no, it was even several sizes smaller than before. A few sharp-eyed observers saw clearly that it was not the robe that had shrunk. Rather, the formerly tall and burly Wine-Drinking Monk had become somewhat thin and stooped.
The masked man did not pursue Wine-Drinking Monk. Instead, he struck at Wang Chongyang's back with a palm. When Wang Chongyang had seen the sudden change, he had instinctively withdrawn some of his internal strength, allowing Wine-Drinking Monk enough strength to deal with the ambusher.
However, withdrawing his internal strength so abruptly, coupled with Wine-Drinking Monk's strength that had not been withdrawn in time arriving at the same moment, made his blood and qi churn. Of course, with his Grandmaster cultivation, he could temporarily suppress such internal injuries within a few breaths. Unfortunately, the masked man gave him no time. While half his body was numb and he could not resist in time, the man pressed a palm against his back.
Wang Chongyang sighed inwardly. My life is over!
The exchange had happened in a flash, but he had naturally seen clearly that this masked man had also reached the Grandmaster realm. Under normal circumstances, being struck in the vital point at the center of his back by such a person would leave him severely injured even if it did not kill him. Let alone in his current condition?
Yet his expression soon changed in shock. He had not been injured. The other man's vast, sea-like true qi seemed