Battle from the Mountaintop

Transformation Realm martial warriors had lucid five viscera and perfectly harmonized Internal Force.

Not even mosquitoes or flies could land on their bodies, and fists, kicks, blades, and swords could not harm them.

His strongest slash had actually been so easily defused. Su Xinghe's heart was filled with shock and helplessness.

Suspended in midair with nowhere to borrow force, he saw a sharp glint of cold light stabbing straight at his face. With no time to think, he swept the long blade in his hand through a half-circle and met the attack.

"Clang!"

Another full-force collision.

Yet the sensation that came through was still that suffocating frustration of having strength with nowhere to use it.

The shock even made his entire arm go numb and ache.

Before he could pull back and retreat,

A black shadow swept toward his chest with a howling gale.

"Bang!"

Su Xinghe was viciously kicked flying.

Amid the dust, another section of the wall collapsed.

Two large hands reached out from either side and helped him up from the pile of rubble.

"Xinghe, are you all right?"

Zhou Yingjun panted heavily as he looked him over from head to toe.

"I'm fine..."

The words had barely reached his lips when a strange expression appeared on Su Xinghe's face.

He had taken a Seventh-Rank Martial Warrior's kick head-on, yet his injuries did not seem nearly as severe as expected.

Could Seventh-Rank Transformation Realm martial warriors really possess only a little over ten thousand jin of strength?

He looked at the two beside him. They appeared bedraggled, but neither showed any obvious injuries.

In the darkness, the bald guardian stood quietly where he was.

Though his face still bore a relaxed expression, his legs beneath his robes were trembling faintly.

He had been careless.

That final descending