"How is that possible?"
Ao Dong looked at Ye Lin and roared.
How was this possible? How could this be possible?
A Human Race cultivator's physical body was actually stronger than his.
He was of the Dragon Clan, the son of a Dragon King, the son of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, with pure Dragon Clan blood flowing through his veins.
Across the entire Star River Cosmos, not even the Witch Clan, famed for their physical bodies, could possibly withstand the power of his flesh.
But why had he lost to a mere Human Race cultivator?
Wasn't the Human Race universally acknowledged to have frail bodies?
Even body-tempering cultivators among the Human Race could never be his match.
Much less this fellow before him who cultivated the sword path.
He had been wrong. His posture when attacking just now must have been wrong—yes, the posture had to be wrong.
Shaking his head, Ao Dong took another step forward and threw a punch at Ye Lin.
Yet Ye Lin naturally had no fear. Dozens of mysterious runes appeared across his body in succession, bursting forth with incomparably dazzling, resplendent light.
"Kill."
Ye Lin threw a punch.
A fierce glint flashed through Ao Dong's eyes as he threw a punch as well.
In an instant, Ao Dong's arm was blasted into a mist of blood by Ye Lin's fist.
"Kill again."
Ye Lin threw another punch.
In his desperation, Ao Dong raised his left hand to block.
Yet, as expected, his left hand was directly blown apart by Ye Lin's punch.
"Die."
With the final punch, Ao Dong's body was sent flying by Ye Lin's fist.
"Hmm?"
Ye Lin frowned slightly, then shook his hand.
This guy had a supreme treasure protecting him.
And that protective supreme treasure was no simple thing