Another muffled collision echoed.
After all, Ye Wuyu held the Wugong Sword in one hand, maintaining a striking posture, and this strike was solidly delivered. Even though his physical body wasn't as monstrous as the Demon Clan, he was still high grade Core Formation, a strength not to be underestimated.
Staggering back, even a Demon Clan member was helpless against such an assault. Ye Wuyu was knocked back two yards, steadied after retreating seven or eight steps, and several clan brothers immediately carried away the seemingly lifeless Lang Clan cultivator.
But before he could stand firm, Ye Wuyu's ghostly voice sounded.
"Hmm, that hurt a bit, impressive."
Unbelievably looking at the woman brushing dust off herself.
Smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress slowly, just earlier, the hit landed squarely on Ye Wuyu's back. It was enough to make his bones tremble, yet facing a Body Cultivation's fierce strike, she simply remarked "a bit painful."
