The instant the saber qi struck the surrounding golden astral force, the attack Yi Yang had unleashed slowed sharply.
That thick layer of golden astral force blocked the saber qi completely.
Kongwu stood where he was, utterly unscathed.
Not even a fold of his monk's robe stirred.
Seeing that his attack had failed, Yi Yang unleashed five saber strikes in succession.
Heavy Peak bore down head-on, Sharp Peak cut at the flank, Strange Peak darted at the lower body, Perilous Peak sliced along the shoulder line, and Perfection Peak cleaved straight down the center.
Of those five strikes, the furthest reached only within a foot of Kongwu.
Then the golden defense stopped them all.
Seeing Kongwu's defenses, someone below the platform swore:
"How the hell do you fight that? There isn't a single opening!"
"Kongwu's turtle shell is just ridiculous."
Below the platform, Wang Hechang folded his arms, his brows knotted together.
He and Kongwu were both at early True Astral-no, the strength Kongwu was displaying now was clearly at the middle stage.
He had felt utterly humiliated when Xu Yu defeated him, but seeing Kongwu like this, he knew he would only be handing him a free win if he went up there.
On the platform.
Kongwu slowly opened his eyes and said unhurriedly:
"Benefactor Yi, if these are your only means, this humble monk will strike back."
As soon as he finished speaking, his right palm separated from his prayer gesture and thrust fiercely forward.
True art: Great Strength Vajra Palm.
His true qi circulated, and three layers of golden palm force stacked one behind another, hurtling toward Yi Yang to crush him.
Yi Yang's mental power caught the gaps connecting the three layers.
He immediately surged half a step forward, slipping through the gap between the first