Saber of Heaven's Will

Gu Daoyi was indescribably stunned. The God of Blood Finger was an ultimate technique he had cultivated in his second lifetime. Used as an attack, with Ling Han's superficial mastery of the power of time, it was absolutely impossible for him to dispel the attack.

This was indeed as he had expected, but could it be that this guy's body was forged from Divine Metal?

Even Gu Daoyi could not imagine how there could possibly be such a freakish physique in this world, causing him to involuntarily be stirred up emotionally and pale.

"F***, I must have seen it wrong, right?"

"That brat suffered such a terrifying attack from Gu Daoyi, and he didn't even have the slightest scratch on him?"

"No, no, no, he has still been wounded."

"Bullsh*t, that's only a little bleeding from the corner of his mouth; can that also be considered a wound?"