A single exchange settled who was stronger.
Before countless astonished eyes, a Five-Ring Soul King with the top-tier beast martial soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, boosted by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and using his fifth soul skill, lost a head-on clash of fists to a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor. It was an almost crushing defeat.
Piercing pain loosened Yu Diheng's footing. The backward force against his fist and the upward force of the elbow striking his chin sent his body toppling backward. Xu Qingjia showed no mercy and followed up, bringing his arm down to drive his elbow viciously into Yu Diheng's chest. Hard dragon scales met human skin, yet it was the former that shattered.
A mere Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon actually wanted to rival my divine body?
Bring on the Dragon God!
Where no one could see, beneath Xu Qingjia's skin and flesh, the young man's meridians were lustrous and translucent, like flawless creamy jade. His marrow was solid and clear, like the crystalline essence of glazed glass. The energies throughout his body connected and mingled, their dense currents surging like a mighty river. As his blood and vital energy circulated, they formed their own mysterious harmony, possessing a perfection that seemed almost entirely natural.
Aside from its overall attributes being far weaker than a divine-level body's, everything else was essentially a juvenile version of one.
It was like the Body Sect's immaculate golden body. Others needed to painstakingly temper themselves, pay all manner of grueling prices, and even hover on the brink of death before finally gaining a sliver of a chance to reach that realm. Xu Qingjia, however, had started with an ancient desolate sacred body.
As time passed, Xu Qingjia's "aptitude" grew increasingly terrifying. There was simply too much power of faith. Even