This rich and profound vitality rose like towering mountains, boundless like the vast sea. Tian Wujing simply raised his head, looking at the peach wood sword. Let's see if it can pierce me!
The realm of a Martial Cultivator emphasized the ebb and flow of vitality. Back then, beneath the walls of Mianzhou, Zheng Fan had encountered an elder wielding a double-headed spear. The elder had originally been an Eighth Rank Martial Cultivator, but due to his advanced age and declining physique, he no longer possessed his former prowess. After battling several Barbarian warriors, his strength waned, and Liang Cheng swiftly decapitated him after a brief standoff.
