Lei Jun thought his vibe finally matched the situation.
Dong Yang thought he was seeing ghosts.
Body-refining martial arts cultivators, those martial artists who placed all their skills into their own physical bodies, moved with lightning speed and overwhelming might. When it came to agility, reaction time, or explosive strength, they were the best of the best in their realm.
And yet, this little Taoist wiped the floor with them, one punch for each guy?
Granted, the Taoist Talisman Sect was also famous for its close-combat traditions, but still—close-quarters fighting was supposed to be the body-refiners' specialty!
Fine, this young Taoist was tall and lean, built more like a martial artist than any of the Dong Family fellows.
But Dong Yang still found it unbelievable.
There was only one possibility: cultivation suppression... Dong Yang instantly regained his chill.
