At that mont, when Lin Xuankong’s Explosive Power surged over twentyfold, the entire world he perceived shifted into slow motion. On the platform halfway up the mountain, many Martial Cultivators were still chatting and laughing; their voices seed to co to a halt. At one corner of the platform, the Jade Fan in Ye Kai’s hand stopped mid-swing, the breeze it generated seemingly frozen. His eyes, fixed on Han Feiyan, locked into an expression of anger, frustration, and helplessness. Han Feiyan had just spat at him; a few droplets of saliva, monts from reaching Ye Kai’s face, hung suspended an inch from his skin. Zhao Yufei, in the process of activating her Blood Seal Heavy Pupils, wore a look of fixed astonishnt.
On the mountaintop platform, Ding Rui’s sneer remained etched at the corners of her mouth, a hint of disdain lingering in her eyes. The White-clothed Female Cultivator’s clear eyes didn’t blink, as if she had turned into a statue, while in her pupils, the gigantic fist lood ever closer...
In that critical mont, the number one prodigy among millions, Saintess Xiaoo Ying’Er, was the only one able to react in ti. The gigantic fist in her vision suddenly closed in; this was the first ti since she began Cultivation that she felt a lethal threat from a Martial Artist of the sa Realm. Her Qi Blood surged wildly as she activated her Blood Bath Divine Skill, retreating backward. However, what seed like an almost impossible-to-catch speed in the eyes of other Martial Cultivators was many tis slower compared to the speed of Lin Xuankong’s approaching fist!
BOOM! A loud explosion echoed as the gigantic fist smashed into Saintess Xiaoo Ying’Er’s chest. She disappeared instantly from her original spot, turning into a white shadow. A series of WHOOSHES sounded as she tore through the air, producing a rapidly expanding shockwave. Her feet gouged two deep ravines in the mountaintop platform as she shot backward!
Her once high and pristine chest now bore a gigantic fist imprint; the entire area had caved in instantly. Conversely, her back bulged grotesquely, forming the distinct shape of a massive fist, complete with knuckle marks! The Jade Scale Armor she wore, one of the Eight Great Treasures of Xia, had only managed to protect her legs, abdon, and head in that instant; it hadn’t yet extended to cover her chest.
SWOOSH! The sound of her flight carried for dozens of zhang before she stopped at the edge of the platform. Shocking amounts of bright red blood overflowed from the corners of Saintess Xiaoo Ying’Er’s mouth, dripping onto her white clothes. She wobbled a few tis, then knelt on one knee, violently vomiting copious amounts of blood and fragnts of her internal organs!
At the sa ti, the Cyan Jade Token hanging from Saintess Xiaoo Ying’Er’s slender waist suddenly emitted a crisp chi and released a wisp of green energy. This green energy swirled around her body, circulating. Under its influence, her nearly shattered fra gradually recovered: the massive fist-shaped bulge on her back quickly subsided, and her caved-in chest slowly began to reform!
At this mont, Lin Xuankong, who had just severely injured Xiaoo Ying’Er with his punch, revealed a hint of surprise behind his mask. He couldn’t help but murmur, "You are indeed strong! To be hit by a punch like that from and not be sent flying thousands of zhang—just beaten half-dead!"
Lin Xuankong was genuinely surprised. He was taken aback by the formidable resilience of this woman’s body, the extre toughness of her physique! His own body was armored with over thirty thousand catties of Profound Iron Scale Armor. Such weight, propelled to over twenty tis the speed of an ordinary third-realm Martial Cultivator—how terrifying would its power be when he struck? He had expected to smash her in half with that punch, or to simply obliterate her midsection. If that had happened, the battle would have ended in an instant!
anwhile, Ding Rui, standing on one side of the mountaintop platform, felt the sneer vanish from her face. Everything had happened too fast. Even as a fourth-realm Martial Cultivator, she had only managed to see Lin Xuankong collide with Saintess Xiaoo Ying’Er, and then the Saintess had been sent flying across the mountaintop platform.
"You... you... you... you... you!" Seeing Saintess Xiaoo Ying’Er vomiting blood, Ding Rui, this female disciple of the Profound Phoenix Celestial Sect, was utterly astonished. Her Qi Blood surged as she quickly darted to the edge of the mountaintop platform and knelt on one knee beside Saintess Xiaoo Ying’Er. "Ding Rui failed to provide tily support! I deserve a thousand deaths! I deserve a thousand deaths!"
Saintess Xiaoo Ying’Er’s injuries had already fully healed by this point, and her body once again pulsed with a faint red light. However, her white garnts were now stained with patches of bright red blood, a shocking sight.
A hint of astonishnt also flickered in Xiaoo Ying’Er’s eyes. That punch just now... it hadn’t only surprised Ding Rui; it had surprised Xiaoo Ying’Er herself just as much! She couldn’t help but touch the Jade Pendant at her waist. Xiaoo Ying’Er knew very well that if not for this Great Xia’s Ultimate Treasure, the Protective Profound Jade—whose defensive effects were even more miraculous than Battle Armor, negating almost ninety percent of the damage—she would have been smashed in two by that punch, even with her Profound Phoenix Body. She might even have been knocked flying off the mountaintop platform!
Such speed! Such heavy fists! Such terrifying Explosive Power! In over twenty years, no one of the Sa Tier has ever posed such a dire, lethal threat to ! In over twenty years, no one of the Sa Tier has ever injured to such a grievous extent!
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the blood surging through her veins, every fiber of her being thrumming with a slight tremor. Her eyes, once as calm and clear as undisturbed water, now glinted with a spark of excitent and battle intent!
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