Pei Dongliu's battle body didn't know what kind of heavenly materials and earth treasures it used. Even after being injured, it could still withstand several punches from Qing Yu.
It was hard to believe that he developed such a tough battle body just relying on mental method alone, Qing Yu absolutely wouldn't believe it.
One could only say that Daqian really did gather quite a lot of good things these years.
"Boom—"
The erupting fist power exploded from inside out, blasting open half of Pei Dongliu's waist, sending countless bits of flesh flying.
"I command you to stop!"
The sound of authority was even more deafening, but it could not cover up the reality that distant water couldn't quench immediate thirst.
"Mu Sect Leader, I heard you taught Pei Dongliu martial arts back when you were the Old Prince. What? The bond between master and disciple touches your heartstrings?" Qing Yu withdrew his right hand unstained by blood, looking at the sky with a chuckle.
