Within the imperial palace.
Monk Dachen proclaimed a Buddhist chant, the innate qi around his body thick and dense beyond compare. No matter how powerful the bow or crossbow, it could not break his defenses.
This was already power nearing the limits of the world!
Yet those fighting him were no ordinary players either—they were all a bunch of cheat-wielding freaks.
Iron Head, Iron Shoulder, Iron Body, and the others all possessed extraordinary cultivation, each nearing the two-hundred-year limit and having cultivated a unique supreme art.
Iron Head was straightforward and honest, cultivating only the Iron Head Art. Yet among the many Iron brothers, his cultivation was the highest, and he charged at the very front.
Though the Iron Head Art offered its greatest defense to the head, its defense over the rest of the body was equally astounding. It could withstand Monk Dachen's innate qi head-on.
Iron Shoulder and Iron Arm had also cultivated the Iron Finger Chan Art. Their ten fingers could split steles and shatter rocks, unstoppable against all things.
Even Monk Dachen did not dare let them get close enough to land a few fingers on him.
As the three Divine Constables fought Monk Dachen, outsiders could see only four constantly shifting gray shadows. Their techniques moved too quickly for anyone to make out how they struck.
Even a mere graze meant death, and a slight hit meant doom!
Meanwhile, the battlefield where Zhuge Wudi led Iron Leg and the other Divine Constables against Water Mother Yin Empress presented an entirely different scene.
Water Mother Yin Empress was a woman. Her internal strength was not especially formidable, and neither was her martial arts.
But her unique cultivation method was utterly distinctive—it was a poison art!
Once she circulated her power, an eerie black mist enshrouded everything