The clothes on Xu Yang's back were slashed, and a piece of skin on his back has been cut open by the crescent moon blade, leaving a long, red mark, with faint blood beads seeping out.
"Damn it!"
Xu Yang gritted his teeth and couldn't help but curse, "Are martial arts Grandmasters this powerful? They can even break through my defense..."
"... ..."
The Asura Sect assassin's jaw almost dropped to the ground, and he cried out in disbelief, "Master of Cross-training? Impossible... How can that be... How many Masters of Cross-training are there in the whole Da Xia or even the entire world?"
"You, Xu Yang, are so young and have already made incredible achievements in the Daoist skills. How is it possible for you to achieve the status of Master of Cross-training?"
"I achieved the Martial Arts Grandmaster status eleven years ago, and now I have entered the late Innate Realm. My full-strength strike hasn't hurt you... Could it be that your body has reached such a level?"
