Kill

Chen Changqing looked on with utter disdain, standing motionless where he was.

He looked as though he had no intention of dodging at all.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

In less than a few breaths, the giant hammer swung down by the fat cultivator had already smashed into Chen Changqing.

With an earth-shaking roar, a dust cloud that blotted out the sky surged up across the scene.

The fat cultivator swiftly retreated and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"This brat's reaction is far too slow."

"He's only just stepped into Tribulation Transcendence. His realm is probably still unstable."

"With this hammer of Fatty's, I can crush him to death!"

After retreating back to the Black-Robed Cultivator and the others, the fat cultivator wore a smug expression.

Hearing this, the Black-Robed Cultivator and the others smiled complacently as well.

Before long, the dust and mist dispersed.

When they looked again, the Black-Robed Cultivator and the others were all dumbfounded, their faces filled with utter disbelief.

Chen Changqing was still standing where he was, without the slightest injury anywhere on his body.

"This?"

"How is that possible?"

The fat cultivator stared in astonishment, as though he had seen a ghost.

One had to know that the power behind that hammer strike had been immense. If caught off guard, a cultivator of the same realm would have been blasted to death.

Yet Chen Changqing had emerged completely unscathed.

"What's going on?"

"This kid is actually perfectly fine?"

"Could he... could he have blocked Second Master's hammer strike purely with the strength of his body?"

"How could that be possible?"

"Even disciples of the True Martial Immortal Sect don't possess such terrifying physical bodies, do they?"

"..."

The many cultivators behind the Black-Robed Cultivator exclaimed in shock, their faces full of disbelief.

"Hm?"

The Black-Robed Cultivator frowned sharply,