Like Old Friends
Éditeur: Henyee Translations
Faceless plucked the strings of his qin even faster.
Weng, weng, weng!
Melody reverberated through the air, and bursts of sound waves transformed into countless weapons that shot at Ling Han.
The sky was almost blotted out by the tsunami of weapons. Their cold glints intertwined, creating an extremely harrowing scene.
However, Ling Han was unafraid. He had advanced one minor level, and his physique had also elevated to the toughness of Level Seven Godly metal. Even if he faced the attack of a consummate level cultivator head-on, he would at most spit two mouthfuls of blood.
Moreover, his opponent had suppressed his cultivation to the middle stage of the medium extreme. Thus, even if he possessed a battle prowess of six stars, it would still be incredibly difficult for him to injure Ling Han's physique.
Peng, peng, peng!