Even Zhao Ritian was stunned on the spot.
This iron chain is made from Nine Nether Iron—even he couldn't resist it, only able to let it fuse with his body and endure the agony day and night.
But now?
A measly Integration Realm cultivator from the Lower Realm actually blocked a chain made of Nine Nether Iron with just his flesh?
How is that possible?
Xu Nian slowly turned his head, looking at the iron chain in front of him, straight as a spear, with a slight frown on his face.
What's this guy up to? Trying to kill him?
Old Mo and the others, seeing this, all wore expressions of "just as expected."
"See? I told you the Sect Leader would be fine. His body's way stronger than mine—he could probably open the Eighth Death Gate and still survive."
"Don't talk nonsense, the Eighth Death Gate isn't something you can just open, I bet even the Sect Leader wouldn't use it unless he absolutely had to."
"I just want to say, awesome! Brother Xu can totally crush this boss."
