The saber energy surged down like a bursting tidal wave.
The icy, deep-blue blade sliced half an inch into his flesh.
However, the reserves of a Muscle Forging Realm expert were simply too astonishing.
Spurred by the intense pain and the life-or-death crisis, the Qi and Blood within Qian Hului's body erupted like a volcano.
A massive amount of Qi and Blood surged madly toward his neck. The powerful muscle fibers tightened, forcefully blocking the blade for an instant.
At the same time, his withered, hawk-like hands shot upward, clamping down hard on the descending blade, just barely saving him from being decapitated.
"What a tough body!"
Su Yu's heart tightened, a trace of shock flashing in his eyes. 'So this is the power of the Muscle Forging Realm?'
'Even after taking a fatal wound to the neck, he can still forcefully lock his blood and save his own life in the blink of an eye.'
'But it's over for you, you old bastard!'
