The burly male cultivator remained expressionless as he threw out a punch of his own.
After the two fists formed from true essence collided, they both dissipated. Yet the residual shockwaves warped the surrounding space, their destructive power terrifying beyond measure.
"You actually took that punch so easily?"
Seeing his opponent block the punch, Tang Yu was somewhat puzzled.
Even if the other man was already at the mid-stage Tribulation Transcendence Realm, he should not have been able to take so lightly a punch that countered every male cultivator in the world.
After all, this was—
"I've seen this divine ability of yours before."
After pondering for a moment, the male cultivator tilted his head and said, "It was probably a year ago. When I was traveling through Great Wu, I ran into several female cultivators with abilities similar to yours. They tried to make a move on me, babbling about some Fist Sect or whatever, so I slapped them to death."
He was accustomed to concealing his cultivation as he traveled the world, taking in its mountains and rivers and the countless faces of life, observing all things to prove his Dao.
After running into that group of female cultivators capturing male cultivators, he had deliberately blended in among them to observe those strange women.
Then he had been thoroughly disgusted by them, and in the end, he simply slapped every last one of them to death.
"For that alone, I won't beat you to death today." Tang Yu gave him a thumbs-up and praised him. "How about we reconcile today? No fight, no acquaintance. Just tell me who sent you here."
"That probably won't work. A man has to keep his word. I promised someone I'd bring them your head."
The male cultivator smiled faintly, and a soft