Forget two sword strikes—not even a hundred, or a thousand, could sever his flesh.
'This guy might be empowered by Turbid Qi, causing his body to mutate, but his Cultivation Level is only at the initial stage of the Golden Core realm—roughly equivalent to a Visceral Stone. How could he possibly fight someone of the Insect Dao like me?'
Looking at the shallow wounds on his body, Yang An couldn't help but shake his head. Mana circulated within him, and the injuries healed in an instant.
"You…!!!"
"Did you think you were the only one with Immortality?"
Yang An's voice, coming from beneath his mask, struck the City God's ears like a bolt from the blue.
He never imagined that, on top of his opponent's tough physique, he also possessed an Undying Body.
"You also have an Immortal Pill bestowed by an Immortal Mansion?"
the City God asked in a tone of disbelief, feeling as if he had been backstabbed.
But Yang An just scoffed coldly.
