Under the steep walls and next to a massive boulder, Xuanyuan Po was sitting cross-legged. He didn't fend off those sword qis, but instead, allowed them to freely pierce his body. Then, relying on the sword qis and pain that drilled into him in that instant, he comprehended the sword wills they contained.
Xuanyuan Po was a combat addict. Ever since he had come to the Battlegod Canyon, he had entered a state in which he became oblivious of himself.
Sun Mo's guidance?
He hadn't heard a single word of it. He relied solely on his instincts.
This guy really did have unparalleled talent in battle.
"Perfect! It's simply perfect!"
Yan Ju had initially planned on infuriating Sun Mo by headhunting his students, but the instant he saw Xuanyuan Po, he almost forgot about this feud.
In his eyes, there was only Xuanyuan Po's burly and strong physique, as well as his dauntless gaze.
