"Ugh... ghh..."
Yu Qiantong's throat was locked in Chen Sheng's iron-like arm. His ugly face turned a horrifying purplish-red from lack of oxygen and fear.
His short legs kicked uselessly in the air, his eyes filled with incredulous horror and despair.
'He never would have dreamed that this Foundation Establishment ant, whom he thought he could crush at will, was actually a dormant Innate tiger. Even more terrifying, his opponent's strength far exceeded his estimations.'
Even now, recalling the brief, fierce battle beneath the Qinglin River just moments ago was enough to shatter Yu Qiantong's courage.
'All the techniques he took pride in couldn't even budge his opponent's Protective True Qi.'
'That Golden Bell-shaped Protective True Qi was simply indestructible. No matter how he attacked, he couldn't break through it.'
In contrast, his own Protective True Qi was as fragile as paper mache under the onslaught of his opponent's furious fists and flashing blade.
