The people of the Immortal Sect wielded formidable, unfathomable methods.
That had always been Shen Xiu's impression of them, yet he had never expected that in a fight like this, aside from those extraordinary methods, their bodies would be so fragile and unable to withstand even a single blow.
But that thought flashed through his mind only for an instant. He still did not dare let down his guard. With methods like theirs, an ordinary Fourth Realm Martial Cultivator of the Gui Cang Realm would likely have been killed outright long ago.
He twisted his body and burst forward beneath his feet.
"Senior Brother..."
Zhou Xian'er, watching from the side, cried out in alarm. She had never imagined that her second senior brother, who had always seemed capable of anything within the sect, would actually be injured by a mere mortal from the foot of the mountain.
No matter how hard she tried, she could not understand it. How had the ants they could crush at will suddenly gained the power to wound people?
With terror in her eyes, she shot forward. Her delicate hand swept from beneath her sleeve, and several water arrows rose from the nearby river, charging at Shen Xiu with tremendous force.
She intended to lend her Senior Brother Qiu Xing a hand.
Only when the water arrows drew close did Shen Xiu realize that the girl's attack was worlds apart from the young man's—neither painful nor itchy.
The next instant, he drove out a punch and shattered them at once. Rain filled the sky, falling like countless stars.
With another step, he closed in and sent the girl flying with a punch, knocking her unconscious on the spot.
Yet it also bought the young man a brief moment to catch his breath.
Qiu Xing rose