Additionally, in the Xuandan region where it all began, a three-layer Xuandan could in fact, not withstand more than 100,000 catties of force. This fist alone emitted more than 100,000 kilograms of force with the wind and stones thrown. Not to mention in the case of stone, even iron and copper could not endure such a huge blast of power.
He only heard a cry, two cries in fact, and looked at his right hand dripping with fresh blood. As a backlash, in this circumstance, his right hand was injured. He felt his right hand bending with all the pain, seeing his fist covered in fresh blood.
He cursed aloud, "What kind of God-forsaken place is this?" He thought it was his sacred power. However, his true self came forth, used profound energy to nourish the wound on his right skin, and found the right person to run with the profound energy on his thigh—it was that gray-haired old man who had run back to the stone chest for half a day.
