Farm Stay.
Xu Yang, wielding a sledgehammer, stood up slowly from the rubble. Coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood, he gazed at the golden-armored divine warrior standing with its spear and couldn't help but admire it, "The golden armor protector of Lu Shan Sect indeed lives up to its reputation. Based solely on strength, it's probably not weak compared to a martial arts Heavenly Being!"
His face showed no fear.
Instead, it was adorned with a faint smile.
Even the previous thought of "saving his life by fleeing" had vanished.
Upon seeing Xu Yang surviving a blow from the golden-armored divine warrior and merely spitting out a mouthful of blood, Lin Chaoyang revealed surprise on his face, and said, "It seems your physical strength indeed is extraordinary. It's already comparable to the body refining experts in the fourth stage of martial arts. As a Daoist practitioner at your age, such a physique is really impressive."
