Then he raised a barrier with his abundant True Qi, preparing to face the impending heat. A single one had left him with burns that had yet to heal; now, with dozens bursting open together, all the pressure on him showed in the True Qi surging out of his body.
But he knew he could weather this wave.
Everything happened in an instant. The masses of True Qi flew straight at him, then burst open.
There was no heat.
What flew out were sharp sword blades.
They were the most ordinary sort of True Qi blades: True Qi compressed into thin, sharp pieces, then released together. This was one of the most common True Qi Arts, and one of the hardest to get wrong, but the old man's powerful True Qi gave them extraordinary hardness and sharpness.
It was countless levels below the technique that transformed True Qi into fire, yet here, it proved more effective than anyone could have imagined.
The layers of True Qi membranes could withstand heat from every direction, but before those sharp blade tips, they seemed to have met their natural enemy.
One, two, three were stopped outside. But when more blades pressed in, Lu Yunsheng had no chance to repair the barriers. All seven layers collapsed at once, and seven or eight bloody cuts appeared on his body in an instant.
Most of his True Qi had already left his body to form the membranes, while the rest held down Meng Chuyuan's three hands-even now, he had not relaxed his grip there in the slightest.
Lu Yunsheng's body was now much like an empty city. If he took the full force of this True Qi Art, his injuries would hardly be lighter than those of the old man who had taken a sword strike.