"Aah!"
The middle-aged sword cultivator screamed in agony.
They said every finger was connected to the heart. Having all five fingers crushed outright, with nearly every bone in his palm ground to powder, inflicted pain no ordinary person could endure.
But cultivators could bolster themselves with divine sense and condense gang baleful energy. They could never be as fragile as mortals.
The Ninth Princess, the middle-aged sword cultivator, and the dwarf all stared in shock and disbelief at Li Ling, who had struck the blow.
Just how much strength did that take?
An ordinary person's strength worked through the whole body. Even someone capable of throwing a punch with thousands upon thousands of pounds of force might not be able to accomplish this with a single squeeze.
Yet as energy flowed around Li Ling's body, it seemed to follow a special mechanism. Whatever force he called upon gathered exactly where he wanted it, entirely unimpeded by his own muscles and bones.
This, too, was one of the mysteries of a Dao Body.
Li Ling swept out his hand. His powerful gang essence condensed in the air into a gray-white mass of gang baleful energy, which smashed into the middle-aged sword cultivator like a heavy fist. The tremendous force sent the man flying into a willow beside the lake behind him.
Wincing in pain, the middle-aged sword cultivator raised his hand, still trying to control the long sword formed from his wooden hairpin and counterattack. Seeing this, the Ninth Princess cried out, "Watch out!"
But Li Ling reached out and caught the blade as it struck from thin air.
This was even more astounding, leaving everyone dumbstruck once again.
The sword was not truly a wooden sword, but a magical artifact densely suffused with gang baleful energy. In the mortal world,