"Hmph, all talk..."
For many years, Zhang Tiejian had been hailed as the number one prodigy of the Divine Sword Sect, and he had certainly experienced his fair share of battles. In his eyes, although this old man possessed formidable power, could even the most hardened physical body truly surpass the edge of a sword?
Unless this old fellow's physique had been cultivated to such a degree that his mortal flesh rivaled a magic treasure. Yet such a person did not exist in a billion, let alone some mere Qi Refinement cultivator.
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