Fatty Wei still looked shaken as he spoke.
"A Golden Core body cultivator?"
Hong Yuan's expression shifted. Great Zhao's fortune blazed like a rainbow, especially in the Capital, where vast, boundless fortune power converged into a net of law. Once inside this net of fortune, even Golden Core True Persons would find their magical power sluggish and suffer considerable suppression.
Body cultivators, by contrast, drew eighty percent of their combat strength from their astonishing physiques, so the net of fortune affected them far less than spell cultivators.
Even so, charging into Great Zhao's Imperial Capital, where experts gathered like clouds, to cause trouble took truly astounding courage.
"What brazen madman dared violate Great Zhao's laws? An unforgivable crime! Was the scoundrel caught?" Hong Yuan asked in feigned anger.
Wei Lang sighed heavily, looking thoroughly disgruntled. "It should have been Yue Shan, the Iron-Bone Demon. He's the sect master of the Iron Bone Sect and has cultivated the iron-bone golden body. Not only can he move mountains, but his body is as tough as a top-grade magic artifact. Though he's only at early Golden Core, he once withstood a mid-Golden Core cultivator's attacks alone without losing."
Relief colored his voice. "Luckily, Yue Shan attacked the Jade Green Pavilion to stand up for Lady Hundred Flowers. He was after the big shots there that night. I was far away. Though a roar from the Iron-Bone Demon knocked me unconscious and left me out cold for days, at least I managed to cling to my miserable life."
Hong Yuan could tell the story was not entirely truthful. Wei Lang's aura was steady and solid, showing no signs of weakness; clearly, he had suffered no injury. To withstand a Golden Core body cultivator's roar, even merely its collateral shock waves, Fatty Wei must have