Although Wang Peng's strength had reached the third level of the Mortal Transformation Realm, enough to rival a Martial Artist in the early Transcendence Realm.
Even so, Wang Peng still did not dare guarantee that he would be Shen Xiu's match.
After all, Shen Xiu was at the peak of the Transcendence Realm, while Wang Peng was only at the second level of the Mortal Transformation Realm. The gap between them was still rather great.
Damn it, how did this Shen Xiu become so powerful? Wang Peng thought.
"Hahaha, Wang Peng, you've finally fallen into my trap."
"Today, I'll send you to the underworld to keep Yama Hall company!"
Shen Xiu threw back his head and laughed, then charged at Wang Peng once more, thrusting the spear in his hand toward Wang Peng's chest.
"Not good!" Wang Peng shouted.
The next instant, Wang Peng's body vanished from where he stood, dodging Shen Xiu's attack.
Whoosh!
With a flash, Wang Peng appeared behind Shen Xiu, his spear stabbing straight toward Shen Xiu's back.
Wang Peng flashed behind Shen Xiu, the spear in his hand viciously thrusting at Shen Xiu's back.
"Hmph! Mere tricks!"
Sensing Wang Peng's attack, Shen Xiu snorted coldly and waved his hand.
A long saber appeared out of thin air in Shen Xiu's hand, radiating an incomparably sharp aura as it hacked viciously toward Wang Peng.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The next moment, the long saber in Shen Xiu's hand collided directly with Wang Peng's spear.
Boom!
A dull crash rang out, and Wang Peng was sent flying backward, tracing a perfect arc through the air.
Pfft!
Wang Peng spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned deathly pale, and he looked utterly disheveled.
"H-How is this possible? How can his physical defense be so strong?!" Wang Peng