In the valley, beneath the golden light, Bi Lingkong frowned.
She had never imagined Pan Long would fight someone to this point.
Judging by the mass of Blood Cloud in the sky, the two of them seemed bent on taking each other down with them.
Have you lost your mind? If he insists on charging over, just get out of his way! Do you think your teacher can't handle some junior who hasn't even attained Longevity?
Of course she knew Li Panshi. Ranked eighth among the Heavenly Secret Bureau's Twenty-Four Commandants, he rarely made a move, but his name rang like thunder among the elite.
He had been born with an extraordinary gift: a capacity to recover far beyond that of ordinary people. He had trained relentlessly in external hardening arts since childhood and become impervious to blades and spears in his teens. The speed of his progress had left people speechless.
Later, he had joined the Heavenly Secret Bureau and trained in two supreme arts, the Twelve Heavenly Passes Golden Bell Shield and the Eight Gates of Inner Strength. The first was a divine external art that tempered the body. Legend held that, perfected, it would leave its practitioner unharmed even if heaven collapsed and earth split, unworn even as seas turned to mulberry fields. The body itself would become sacred, immortal and undying. The second was a wondrous art that unlocked potential, squeezing every last drop of life force from within. If all eight gates opened, a single blow could destroy even an Immortal Buddha of Everlasting Life, leaving resurrection all but impossible.
These two arts suited Li Panshi's physique and temperament perfectly. After years of bitter training, he had accomplished much. In the Heavenly Secret Bureau's internal contests, he had defeated Great Grandmasters who had achieved Unity