The two forces collided like opposing torrents.
Lian Youming's feet hugged the ground. His shoes and socks had long since been ground to shreds, and his soles left speckles of blood as they scraped across sand and stone.
Hong Tiangui likewise slid backward some distance, his upper body swaying and leaning back. Though his face betrayed nothing, inwardly he was somewhat shaken.
His Thirteen Guardians Hardening Skill had reached complete mastery, with nothing left to train. He had eliminated every vulnerable point and barrier throughout his body and accumulated a century of cultivation. Added to the century of qi-blood nourished by Iron Wire Fist, his might rivaled dragons and elephants, his strength boundless.
Legend had it that the creator of this art was Li Cunxiao, the fierce general of the late Tang dynasty who could stand against ten thousand men. With this method, he had swept unopposed through the world.
Yet Lian Youming had actually traded four consecutive punches with him, a martial artist of the mystic connection grand realm, in a contest of strength and still had power to spare.
Although Lian Youming was already showing signs of being driven back, Hong Tiangui still found this outcome somewhat difficult to accept.
He cannot be allowed to live.
Sun and moon dual cultivation truly is no trivial matter.
Moreover, the boy seemed to possess an unusual constitution, as though born suited to Dragon Roaring Iron Shirt and Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Cover, and he moved with the grand momentum behind him. With the same art, others could at most bring out its full power, but in the hands of someone like him, it could erupt with a hundred and twenty or even a hundred and thirty percent of its might, as though aided by the gods.
Hong Tiangui halted his