"Impossible, impossible, Ni Motian is a newly emerged unparalleled prodigy, how could he be severely injured by that person?"
"Not exactly severely injured, he should have only suffered some minor injuries, but this in itself is already astounding."
Immediately, a terrifying figure discerned the subtlety, although Ni Motian spewed blood, he did not exhibit the chaotic aura expected from a severe injury.
As a cultivator, when severely injured, there would be extreme chaos of spiritual power within, or a complete collapse of aura. It was clear that although that figure was blasted away by a punch, there were no signs of a fatal blow.
Even so, countless terrifying figures continued to stare blankly at that void, speechless in their overwhelming shock.
In the boundless void, Ni Motian steadied his increasingly chaotic breath, staring intently at the unfamiliar figure in front of him. This was the first time in his life he had suffered such a setback.
