Slums.
Within the cellar.
Whoosh… inhale…
Fearsome waves of air slapped back and forth against the walls, rippling outwards… as if to form sweeping currents of wind.
Fang Xi was bare-chested, his chest rising and falling like a bellows.
With each breath he took, his qi and blood seemed to strengthen by a notch, and the muscles throughout his body became elastic like rubber.
"The principle of the Iron Shirt Skill is rebound!"
"Reach the Mahayana Realm, and even if a martial artist wields a blunt weapon, they won't be able to cause much harm!"
Fang Xi bit into a piece of Taisui meat, closing his eyes and meditating on the Divine Intent Diagram of the Iron Shirt Skill.
Time passed, unknown how long.
He suddenly opened his eyes, "Done!"
The Iron Shirt Skill reached Mahayana Realm, once again breaking through True Power!
This time, he felt like his entire body was covered in a layer of transparent gauze, with greatly enhanced defenses, especially around his chest and back!
