Chai Asi had fantasized countless times about being this imposing.
But even a weakling's anger was laughable.
The word "Scram" was not particularly fierce.
Yet with that iron bar that had sent Ling Xihua flying as its annotation, it carried undeniable majesty.
At this moment, he sensed himself from the perspective of an observer hidden within, and it felt so strange, so unfamiliar.
He could still feel his ears, eyes, mouth, nose, limbs, even his qi, blood, and Dao Essence—but he could not control anything in this body. Only his right eye had been left to him, like a skylight in a prison cell: the last freedom he possessed.
Helpless, like a puppet in a manipulated show.
Strangely, there was no fear in his heart.
If he had to say what that Chiyun Mountain god, trapped in eternal slumber, had taught him, he thought it was probably three words—"Face it."
So he kept this one eye open, earnestly taking in everything within his field of vision, missing no detail. He also earnestly felt the changes taking place in this body.
And Ling Xihua's feeling at this moment...
Could be summed up in one word: dumbfounded.
That iron bar had utterly stunned him!
In his duel with Jiang Wang, he had at least known where he had lost. If he could do it over, he would certainly have performed better.
But this strike from "Chai Asi" had knocked the wits out of him.
He had no idea how his Spirit Flame had been dismantled, how his defenses had been breached, or why that iron bar had been able to land on his face!
He knew only one thing... even if it happened a thousand times, ten thousand times, he still would not be able to dodge it.
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