Tuo Ri was as strong as an ox, and his neck was like an Inferior Grade Magical Treasure, so of course he wasn't injured.
However, his speed was still affected.
His attacks slowed down for a moment.
Yang Xiong, on the other hand, went berserk with his counterattack, his fists like dragons, weaving in and out.
Even Space was shaking from the blows, air currents roared, and his aura surged to the sky.
"Ah…"
Tuo Ri had no choice but to clash head‑on with Yang Cheng with a punch.
He let out a cry of pain and quickly retreated.
It wasn't that his Strength was inferior, but that his fists had been Bombarded too many times; his knuckle bones had reached their limit.
Although he cultivated Body Refinement, he hadn't tempered his bones to the point they could compare to an Inferior Grade Magical Treasure.
"Kill kill kill…"
Yang Xiong shouted madly, his left hand forming a sword seal as he unleashed the Lightning Three Swords.
