It was the most frustrating fight Murong Ye had ever fought in his life. Had his opponent possessed a higher cultivation than him, he could have accepted it. Strangely enough, though, the other man's cultivation was far lower, yet Murong Ye had failed to beat him and had suffered badly instead.
For Murong Ye, the fight had been both demoralizing and humiliating. Every time he tried to strike hard, a layer of red light inexplicably appeared around these people.
That light seemed capable of absorbing damage from his arts. By the time his attacks landed on them, almost nothing remained, and even a direct hit barely tickled.
Then he had drawn the sword he rarely used. At the time, however, he had never imagined that stabbing these people would have even worse consequences. The instant his sword struck the man, a wound of the same length appeared on his own body first.
It was as though he had slashed himself rather than his opponent.
By this point in his account, Murong Ye was on the verge of exploding. "After all that ridiculous nonsense, I couldn't help wondering whether they really were protected by some Red Maple Immortal Lord.
"But using that protection to bully outsiders is utterly despicable!"
"No wonder these people acted with such brazen confidence. Now I understand why those people trying to leave the city spent so long struggling with guards who were only at the Golden Core Stage, and ultimately compromised... They weren't afraid of some Red Maple Immortal Lord after all. It was because the damage would eventually rebound onto them?" Recalling everything that had happened at the city gates, Thirteen began to understand.
Li Ran frowned. "Doesn't that mean there's nothing we can do to them? No wonder they're so arrogant. They have nothing