Is It Pain?

The moment when Ye Qian's fist which had been carrying barely even half of the intensity of the Pridid Fire hit his bony hand which still held onto Yuan Meng's wrist, there was no kind of crackling sound that came from Corpse General's arm which indicated his bone-shattering in the least.

In fact, given that his bones were strong enough that Ye Qian was not even able to break them while using his current peak strength gave him quite a lot of confidence that even not the result would not be any different.

Although he felt quite dreadful seeing the small flame burning on Ye Qian's fist, he had always thought that this was some kind of technique which would be used only under heavy toll and would most likely result in the deterioration of the life of this young man.