In the blink of an eye, a mighty, overbearing force came crashing toward him.
Though Qing Chen reacted swiftly, he still had no way to evade it and was sent flying by the tremendous blow.
Only after hurtling more than ten zhang through the air did he barely steady himself and halt his backward momentum.
As he landed, Qing Chen felt his Qi and Blood roil in his chest. He had clearly suffered some injury.
"What a treacherous, vicious bastard!"
He cursed inwardly, a cold gleam flashing through his eyes as their sharpness became unmistakable.
Looking closely, he saw Fist Gauntlets as thin as cicada wings covering Monk Fengchi's fists. They were clearly a high-grade spirit artifact!
Qing Chen inwardly rejoiced that he had always acted cautiously and had been on guard from the moment Monk Fengchi began speaking.
He had assumed his stance early, then reinforced himself with the Golden Body Demon Aspect, Yellow Springs Baleful Intent quietly coiling around his arms as he readied himself to strike.
Had he relaxed even slightly just now, allowing the monk's gentle words to beguile him and leave the slightest opening in his mental defenses.
The consequences of facing that sudden, lethal blow would likely have been unthinkable.
Even a Pseudo-Core cultivator would certainly have suffered serious injuries from taking that punch unprepared.
"A Pseudo-Core body cultivator, with an aura a notch stronger than Venerable Jinming on the fifth floor, and about equal to Elders Shanshang and Punishing Evil.
Not only incredibly fast, but sinister and cunning too. A formidable opponent indeed!" Qing Chen swiftly made his assessment.
At that thought, he willed the supreme-grade spirit artifact, the Yin-Thunder Wings, to fly out of his Sea of Qi and settle firmly on his back.
Though the Pojun Demon Banner was more powerful