Bang.
Tie Jun, whose body was as strong as steel, also smashed into the ground, causing the ground to shatter under the pressure, creating a large pit.
But such a ferocious impact only caused some deformation in Tie Jun's body.
"Haha, not enough strength, keep going."
"That was satisfying."
"Are you just tickling me?"
Tie Jun laughed wildly, continuously provoking Li Feng.
The method of opening the Eight Gates in the Mo Yin Sect is indeed a troublesome move, and it's a desperate style of fighting, often injuring oneself in order to strike the enemy, just like the Seven Injuries Fist.
For others, this might be nerve-wracking, but for Tie Jun, the mere opening of the Eight Gates cannot break his defenses.
Li Feng swung his fist again, smashing it fiercely towards the laughing face of Tie Jun, instantly embedding Tie Jun's head into the ground.
Li Feng's fist also became a bloody mess from the violent backlash; after all, using a body of flesh to strike steel is bound to hurt.
