Xishang Ling's cultivation wasn't particularly strong.
Before Hong Yu, he couldn't even think of resisting. Faced with Hong Yu's sudden attack, he was completely stunned.
He squeezed his eyes shut, a trace of pain and despair on his face.
However...
Hong Yu's strike wasn't meant to kill Xishang Ling.
The attack was ferocious, its Momentum rolling like a surging river, or even a raging tsunami. In an instant, it was upon Xishang Ling's chest.
PFFT!
With a flicker of light, his figure retreated.
"Huh? I... I'm not dead?"
Xishang Ling blankly opened his eyes and saw Hong Yu looking at him with a slight smile. Xishang Ling nervously felt his chest. Other than his clothes being torn, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Wh-what is the meaning of this?"
"Heh, look."
Hong Yu opened his palm. A ball of Primordial Gang's Power was swirling, forming a transparent sphere of light.
