Young Master Fei's Eight-Cornered Flowing Gold Hammer smashed into Ning Xiaochuan's chest, but aside from making Ning Xiaochuan feel a slight ache, it provoked no other reaction.
This nearly left Ning Xiaochuan dumbfounded.
Ning Xiaochuan had chosen not to resist Young Master Fei because he wanted to use his injuries to deceive him. Yet he had never expected his physical body to have become so powerful that it could withstand even Young Master Fei's attack.
If he was not injured at all, his impersonation of Nie Thirteen would probably be exposed at once.
"Damn it, I'm going all in!"
Determination flashed in Ning Xiaochuan's eyes. Before Young Master Fei's Eight-Cornered Flowing Gold Hammer left his chest, spiritual energy circulated through Ning Xiaochuan's body, and he violently drew out a mass of Chaos Aura from within his Virtual Godhead.
Previously, Ning Xiaochuan had refined the Chaos Aura strand by strand. If he drew even a little too much Chaos Aura from the Virtual Godhead, he would suffer grievous injuries.
But at this moment, he drew out such a massive amount of Chaos Aura as though his life meant nothing.
This was far more serious.
Nearly half of Ning Xiaochuan's chest immediately caved in, the flesh and blood inside completely dissolved by the Chaos Aura.
Had Ning Xiaochuan's physical body not become terrifyingly strong, the mass of Chaos Aura would likely have dissolved his entire body.
Enduring the agonizing pain wracking his body, Ning Xiaochuan flew backward and was hurled far away. Like Hua Tianjin before him, he fell into the distant darkness, his life and death unknown.
Strange! After retrieving the Eight-Cornered Flowing Gold Hammer, Young Master Fei wore a puzzled expression.
Although Ning Xiaochuan's little movements had been swift, Young Master Fei had still sensed something unusual.
He stared at