One axe strike tore through his body.
Xueyang was frightened out of his wits. Although his shoulder was slashed open, leaving a bloody gash, he had no time to even register the pain. He wondered why a mere Fourth-Grade Martial Artist could actually land a hit on him. Xueyang had clearly calculated the trajectory of Su Yue's axe and had already dodged, but it had no effect at all. He had miscalculated.
He thought, "How is this possible?" It made absolutely no sense. Xueyang had tried countless times, and he had never failed before. He was the Yingjie Saint Son, and his ability to predict the movements of his peers came from the Celestial Saint Green Radiance Cave.
"Damn it! If it weren't for the armor left by the Celestial Saint, I would have lost my life here today. It seems I can't be careless in the future!"
Only after this thought settled did Xueyang finally feel the heart-rending pain.
