The middle-aged man now stood on his Flying Sword, his clothes burned to tatters and his body charred black, looking utterly bedragged, completely resembling an African refugee.
He had hoped to burn Chen Nan to death with Divine Fire, but his plan backfired spectacularly. Not only did Chen Nan survive unscathed, but his power had also greatly increased, while he himself ended up in this pitiful state.
With trembling fingers, he pointed at Chen Nan and said, "You... how is this possible, how could your physical body withstand the Samadhi True Fire!"
"The power of Martial Arts, how could you Cultivators who rely on external forces ever understand it!" Chen Nan snorted coldly, without another word, his figure flashed like lightning as he struck a palm towards his opponent head-on.
The middle-aged Cultivator felt the terrifying strength of Chen Nan and, in his panic, spewed continuously, constantly summoning Cultivation Treasures.
