COUGH!
Coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood, the emaciated Martial Artist looked up, his face revealing horror.
In mid-air, Luo Feng stood with his saber gripped tightly, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. His clothes had been torn by the impact, but underneath, his skin was as solid as jade, without a single scar.
"You, this is impossible!" Pointing at Luo Feng, the emaciated Martial Artist's expression contorted as he let out a roar of disbelief. He was a late-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist and had cultivated the Blood River Qigong to the five-river stage. His full-strength attack was formidable enough to challenge even peak Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists. He never imagined he would be defeated by a young Saber man, who was merely an early-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist!
SPURT!
