Zhao Haomiao felt like his palm striking Zhou Bai's chest was akin to hitting a mountain, as the other's body was almost immovable, so the force he unleashed transformed into a powerful rebound force, exploding right in Zhao Haomiao's palm.
With a series of muffled crackling sounds, Zhao Haomiao felt his palm fracture.
He looked at Zhou Bai with a ghost-seeing-like expression, 'Isn't he practicing sword techniques? Why is his body so formidable?'
Without time to ponder further, Zhao Haomiao now reeling from both physical and emotional wounds, didn't want to face Zhou Bai any longer. With a flicker of his figure, creating dozens of illusions, he had already darted off in all directions.
'This Zhou Bai, he might also specialize in subconscious attacks, and his Body Refinement cultivation is unfathomably deep.'
