Daoist Nun Feng was not being arrogant.
She had the strength to back it up.
She was powerful.
She was a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm, having already reached the twelfth layer.
Only one final step remained before she could advance to the Golden Core realm.
After cultivating for over a hundred years, she knew perfectly well how much power each kind of Spirit Artifact could wield.
Never mind a mere eleventh-layer Qi Refining Stage cultivator like you-even an early Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator wielding a supreme-grade Spirit Artifact couldn't break through my defenses.
Sometimes, the gap between cultivation realms was impossible to bridge.
Buzzz...
The force of He Pingsheng's strike indeed lacked the power to break Daoist Nun Feng's defenses.
But the sound wave ignored those defenses entirely and passed straight through.
As Daoist Nun Feng panicked, at a loss for what to do, it slammed into her head.
Daoist Nun Feng's face turned pale. She spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot and staggered back several steps.
"Ah..."
She screamed in agony, "My head... my Divine Sense..."
Clearly!
He Pingsheng's attack just now had damaged her Divine Sense.
He Pingsheng drew a deep breath, hefted the great bell again, and struck it hard.
Dong...
The ringing burst into a sound wave and surged toward Daoist Nun Feng once more.
The second attack left Daoist Nun Feng with almost no strength to stand. She had practically lost all ability to defend herself.
Yet He Pingsheng was hardly in better shape at that moment.
Though both consecutive sound-wave attacks had been aimed at Daoist Nun Feng, the reverberations still damaged He Pingsheng's Divine Sense.
Slay a thousand enemies, lose eight hundred of your own.
How could this happen?
He Pingsheng smiled bitterly.
He hurriedly