"Is that all you’ve got?" Wang Yuan’s voice was a deep growl that rolled across the plains outside the mountain. "Why do you keep dodging? And you call yourself a Physique Refinement cultivator?"

With each barked challenge, his massive frame moved like a thunderbolt; every step triggered an earthquake, every strike was a titanic hammer pounding at Lu Rong’s defenses. Under the relentless assault, Lu Rong was driven back again and again. The ancient armor encasing his body, proud and unyielding just minutes ago, crumbled piece by piece under the onslaught.

Even though black smoke continuously poured from his body, knitting the armor back together, it still fell to tatters within moments. The cracks running through it were like the cracks of parched earth. Under Wang Yuan’s attacks, it appeared utterly fragile.

Why… Lu Rong trembled....