Yet Arhat Fengchi moved faster than divine sense could track.
His figure seemed frozen in place, yet like a phantom, he once again cut off Ma Kui's escape route with perfect precision.
His descending palm did not falter in the slightest, and a pale golden Buddhist swastika seal flashed across its center;
it bore down with the overwhelming strength to seize dragons and elephants!
"Body cultivator battle technique-Locking Dragon No Delusion Heavenly Eagle Palm!"
The palm strike drifted lightly, seemingly untouched by the smoke and fire of the mortal world, and landed on the enormous shield with its ghastly glow and hideous ghost face.
Crack-!
A teeth-grating snap suddenly erupted.
This top-tier mid-grade ghost shield, somewhat stronger even than Qing Chen's Black Demon Blood Armor;
along with the roaring ghost face upon it, was knocked sharply askew by that single palm, its spiritual light trembling wildly as it wailed without end.
The palm's force had yet to run its course. Following him like a shadow, it slammed into Ma Kui's protective true essence and forcibly broke off his escape light.
"Pfft-!"
Ma Kui could no longer hold back and violently spat out a mouthful of blood, fear finally appearing in his eyes.
Since he had begun cultivating, when had he ever seen such a savage, domineering body cultivator battle technique?
That bald donkey was nothing like a living man. He knew no pain and feared no injury, doing nothing but attacking ferociously and forcing Ma Kui to retreat step by step.
They exchanged several dozen rounds like this.
Ma Kui exhausted every means at his disposal, even painfully sacrificing his two most prized magic treasures by detonating them;
the explosions cracked Arhat Fengchi's golden body and dimmed his spiritual light.
Yet the Arhat seemed utterly unaware. After only a slight