Lin Feng didn't stop; he continued to thrust the dagger towards the old Taoist's belly, but he only heard a soft noise as the sharp blade slid off the old Taoist's clothes...
"Impossible!" Lin Feng was shocked and glanced at the dagger in his hand. This was none other than the renowned Poison Sting Dagger, infused with his Innate-level Inner Strength. Even if the old Taoist's belly was made of steel, he should have been able to pierce it with one stab… How could it have slid off?!
"Hmph, mere mortal iron, and you think you can harm me? You're too ignorant!" Wu Zhen the old Taoist coldly eyed Lin Feng and said in a deep voice.
Could mortal iron not harm cultivators above the Innate level? Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly recalled what Ming Yue the Taoist had said; that his Flying Sword was a spiritual weapon... Could it be that only spiritual weapons could harm this old man before him?!
