A disgruntled chuckle sounded right behind his ears, making his scalp tingle.
This world of cultivation was truly unforgiving, truly deceitful. Hundreds of thousands of people in one city, almost entirely populated by mortals, and he somehow ended up running into a cultivator stronger than himself the moment he went outside?
Teeth gnashing, he crushed a talisman hidden above his sleeves before striking his elbow at the man's ribs decisively.
His third phase martial strength, although not boosted with vital energy, could absolutely crush the bones and lungs of an ordinary man. Even a martial cultivator at the first or second phase would not want to take it head-on.
But even as the strike landed, it didn't seem to have the slightest effect on the opponent. The man spoke without a reaction.
"I think I can slowly pick apart what my instincts are screaming at me to do. Quite bizarre, they are."
