He felt the attack in his bones. He had never faced an attack with this level of sheer force behind it. Every bone in his forearms throbbed with sharp pain. He was not sure if he would have survived a direct hit from that even with his peak rank 6 body cultivation.
Yet Su Ming's eyes remained completely focused. This was a rare opportunity to test his physical body and his sword techniques to their limits.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and pushed himself up from the rubble. He circulated his Yin-Yang Origin Qi through his meridians as it instantly reduced the pain.
Footsteps echoed nearby, as a figure emerged from the fog, holding a blood-red sabre.
Chen Wuhen narrowed his eyes in surprise. "You survived that. Impressive."
A quiet rage filled his gaze as he looked at Su Ming.
