After tormenting him for so long, it had actually only given him a coffin.
He recalled the information about this soul skill. Its defense was incredibly strong, though exactly how strong had not been explained.
It could also conceal all of his aura.
Jiang Chen felt that he had suffered a huge loss. His defense had already been very strong, and his zombie body was especially adept at concealing his aura, even completely isolating his life fluctuations. What use did he have for this coffin?
The key was that this thing was impossible to show off.
Just imagine it—during a battle, suddenly pulling out a coffin. Was he trying to make the enemy laugh to death?
He squeezed the stone coffin hard. With his current strength, he actually could not leave even the slightest mark on it.
"Heh, it seems this is still a treasure." Jiang Chen finally became interested.
This soul skill had just consumed a great deal of his Soul Power. If it truly only provided defense and concealed his aura, he would be terribly disappointed.
He took a step back, and the strength throughout his body slowly gathered, converging into his right hand.
Bang! His fist slammed into the stone coffin with a dull boom. The entire cultivation room began to tremble, and dust continuously sifted down from the ceiling.
That punch was almost his strongest attack, containing the power of his physical body, Soul Power, and the enhancement of Lightning Fist.
He believed that an ordinary Titled Douluo would definitely be torn apart by that punch.
Yet the stone coffin was terrifyingly hard. The spot Jiang Chen had just struck did not even have a single white mark on it.
"Not bad." A satisfied smile finally appeared on Jiang Chen's face.
He picked up the stone