Clang!
A ring reminiscent of the clashing of metal echoed throughout the place following a burst of sparks.
Under the immense force, Ji Min was pushed forward and almost fell down in the ring.
Still, he managed to prop himself up with both hands on the ground in time. His feet kicked the air, and he had to roll over repeatedly before he managed to disperse the force and regain his balance.
The mark on the back of his neck could be seen clearly. The corresponding area of the golden protective layer was blurry.
Blocked!
This was the first time someone had forcefully resisted Su Jingxing's Three Origins Saber Art head-on.
It could only be said that the true energy internal exercise that Ji Min cultivated was too strong in defense.
A pure defensive true energy and perhaps, a tempered body as well.
