But the Demon Cultivator kept throwing punch after punch. Yet two fists could hardly withstand a barrage of saber light.
He could block one streak of saber light, or two, but not all eight striking together.
Before long, glaring saber wounds had appeared across his body.
However, as a Demon Cultivator, he was also a natural master of body refinement.
The strength of this Demon Cultivator's body was not inferior to Jun Duxing's in the slightest.
After enduring the unbroken assault of saber light, he had merely expended a great deal of True Yuan and suffered a few internal injuries. His physical body's defenses had never truly been breached.
In the blink of an eye.
The time it took to drink a cup of tea passed.
The saber light's offensive continued unabated.
Compared to the beginning, the Demon Cultivator had become far more bedraggled, his garments sliced into tatters.
Even his flesh-and-blood body, comparable to a Magical Treasure, had begun to seep threads of blood.
It was then that the Demon Cultivator seemed to realize something and suddenly burst into wild laughter.
"Hahaha, so that's how it is!"
"Well played, Jun Duxing. You truly are the foremost saber cultivator of the Tian Gang Sect!"
"What a pity... If I'm not mistaken, your own saber Magical Treasure must have already been destroyed. Otherwise, there would have been no need for you to wield your palm as a saber in this move."
"If you had used a Magical Treasure saber to unleash this move, I might truly have fallen into your hands today."
"What a pity... A palm standing in for a saber is ultimately still lacking!"
As his laughter rang out and he recalled Jun Duxing's actions when he had first made his move, the hulking Demon Cultivator regained his former