The young monk, Jingshan, stumbled back three steps. He stared at his fists in disbelief, then at Li Chang'an, whose robes hadn't even rustled. He couldn't comprehend what was happening.
'Why? Why did my strongest attack hit him and just... vanish, like mud sinking into the sea? It didn't do a single thing!'
"Holy shit, is that Saint Monk holding back, or are my eyes deceiving me?"
"After that many punches, even if the Crown Prince Dayan had a body of steel, he should've been beaten into a pulp by now, right? How has he not moved a single step?"
The surrounding Jianghu people were equally dumbfounded.
They clearly couldn't fathom how something so absurd could happen.
Of course, with so many people watching, there were bound to be some with discerning eyes. Seeing Li Chang'an stand completely still, one of them couldn't help but exclaim, "True Essence Protection... Don't tell me... Don't tell me Crown Prince Dayan is a Grandmaster?"
