He looked at the jade token in his hand, which had already shattered into powder.
This jade token could withstand a strike from a One-Star Dou Saint, yet it had been smashed to pieces in a single blow.
In other words, the power of Liu Bai's palm strike had already surpassed the full-force attack of an ordinary One-Star Dou Saint.
And he was only a Late Half-Saint.
Hun Ya drew a deep breath, slowly sat up, and stared at the wall of light in silence for a long while.
"Looks like we'll have to avoid him during this trip to the Heavenly Tomb."
Hun Li also forced himself upright. A trace of unwillingness flashed through his eyes, but there was even more fear.
"This man... cannot be provoked."
Hun Ya nodded and said nothing more. He understood that palm strike had not merely been a lesson, but a warning. If they dared provoke Liu Bai again, next time it probably would not end with just one palm strike.
He struggled to his feet, supported Hun Li, and slowly headed in another direction.
"Let's go. Find somewhere to heal first. As for the third layer... we'll consider it carefully."
The two bedraggled figures gradually vanished into the dense mist.
Time passed.
The second layer of the Heavenly Tomb.
Across the vast, desolate land, dense energy mist continuously seeped up from beneath the ground, blanketing the endless earth.
Liu Bai's figure slowly appeared in an area filled with jagged rocks.
His gaze swept across the somewhat ravaged ground around him. After sensing the area slightly, his brow rose faintly.
"Traces of an Eight-Star Energy Body... It seems someone fought here."
He crouched down, grabbed a handful of soil, rubbed it between his fingers, and then paid it no further attention.
These Energy