Golden Flying Swords continuously circled and thrust around Tong Qing.
Yet, the thick Blood Qi condensed on his body was like a sturdy Armor, blocking all the Flying Swords' attacks.
In the distant void, Shen Wen'an observed the scene before him, not in a rush.
He was already prepared for the strong defense of a Body Cultivator.
Tong Qing, who had bounced into the air, landed on the ground, trying to dart left and right, but was firmly blocked by countless Golden Flying Swords.
Boom!
Boom!
Like a trapped beast, Tong Qing kept swinging his fists and feet, each strike possessing immense power, causing the ground of the Immortal Martial Platform beneath him to crack.
"This guy's strength is formidable..."
"His defense is also impressive, just lacking a bit in speed."
In mid-air, Shen Wen'an gradually comprehended Tong Qing's limitations, and deciding not to waste time, planned his move.
