The popping of joints indicated violent friction between the articular surfaces of the bones and the cartilage pads. Cultivators generally exerted force through spiritual power rather than flesh. When their joints began to crack, it meant their outer protective aura was on the verge of collapse—they had reached the point where they could no longer rely on anything but their bodies to hold the line!
He hadn't expected this guy's body... No, that move he had used against Fa Xiong!
There was nothing particularly imposing about Wang Qi's punch; it was simply heavy and powerful. But when there was no decisive gap in cultivation between the two sides, "one force could crush ten techniques" was an unshakable truth! Sun Sheng had no doubt that if this punch landed on him, it could beat him to death on the spot!
He was not the sort of cultivator who threw around fierce words fluently but could not truly fight. On the contrary, his combat experience was extremely rich. Therefore, at this moment, he decisively chose to retreat.
After retreating violently more than ten feet, Sun Sheng finally seized a chance to counterattack, and his fighting spirit surged. Blue-green aura burst from the apertures of his Primordial Spirit, wrapping around his entire body. The aura around his hands was especially dense, so much so that it almost gave the illusion of solid substance! Sun Sheng let out a low roar in his throat, his fist trailing an afterimage as it thrust straight ahead!
Beast! Swift!
This move had originally been thrown to prevent Wang Qi from pursuing him, but the instant Sun Sheng looked up, his pupils contracted sharply! Wang Qi was actually less than a foot away from him, and before the force of his punch had even reached its peak, it