Yun Sheng tightened her grip on her sword, about to step forward and block the attack.
"Stand back."
Chen Lin uttered two words.
Yun Sheng froze.
The next second, Chen Lin moved.
He instantly pushed the Taiyin Breathing Technique to its limit, flooding his entire body with nearly ten thousand pounds of terrifying strength. His blood surged with a low, thunderous rumble. At the same time, the deep sea of azure true essence in his dantian rose in raging waves, and his late Foundation Establishment spiritual power erupted without restraint.
Instead of retreating, he advanced.
He used no magic treasure and cast no spells.
Chen Lin raised his right hand and clenched his fingers into a fist. Azure true essence enveloped it as he punched straight into the thrusting crimson spearhead!
Bang!
Fist met spear.
Blinding light exploded between them. The terrifying shock wave became a tangible surge of air that swept outward, uprooting the ornamental trees beside the road and stripping a thick layer off the asphalt.
Yun Sheng narrowed her eyes, staring fixedly at the center of the explosion.
She had expected the spear to force Chen Lin back. It was an ironclad rule of the Cultivation World: an unbridgeable gulf separated Foundation Establishment from Core Formation. The quality of their spiritual power and the strength of their bodies were on entirely different levels.
But the sight before her briefly left this powerful late Core Formation cultivator's mind blank.
The crimson spear of spiritual power shattered inch by inch, starting at its tip.
Chen Lin's fist tore through everything in its path, smashing straight through Wang Jin's protective aura and slamming into his chest.
Crack.
The sound of breaking bones rang out clearly.
Wang Jin grunted and flew backward uncontrollably. He forcibly twisted at the waist in midair,