"Block it!"
Wang Quan growled. He exhausted every scrap of his wisdom and employed every [Life Cultivation] method to strengthen his flesh-and-blood body.
All that remained was to choose the three Dao Seal traits he had yet to select.
Now, with all his trump cards played, his understanding of [Life Cultivation] surged by a considerable margin.
His hands formed seals, becoming hundreds upon thousands of hand shadows that blocked the so-called Peacock Fist.
Bang!
Fist and seals collided.
Wang Quan's eyes went blank. A blood peacock flew out of his back, squawking wildly, lingering every five paces as it flew straight southeast.
At that moment, Wang Quan could no longer feel his arms.
He could not even sense the limbs and flesh elsewhere on his body.
All he felt were terrifying forces spreading throughout his body, as though carving something into him.
How could this man from ancient times be so strong?
Although the Historical Fragment suppressed me, the strength I retained had already reached this era's limit.
At most, he could only be at this era's limit too.
If we were both at the limit, why was the gap so great?
My foundations were extraordinary!
Wang Quan puzzled over it, thinking.
Then, still thinking, he fell into the pit.
Bang!
Dust billowed everywhere.
Wang Quan bounced a few times and opened his mouth, spraying blood like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.
Shhhk!
Shhhk!
Shhhk!
Shovelful after shovelful of yellow earth covered him.
Wang Quan coughed and spat blood, watching the fisherman bury him.
He gritted his teeth. "Old man, I'm not dead yet!"
The fisherman chuckled. "You will be soon enough!"
"I'll bury you ahead of time. By the time you breathe your last, I'll be ready to mound up your grave."
"No delays."
Wang Quan spat bloody foam.