Chapter One Hundred and Twenty: Master of the Soul, Ten Thousand Years in a Glance

At the dining table.

Though they had only been together for a few days, they were already used to having breakfast and dinner together.

Chatting and laughing, they seemed content.

"Brother Jiang, Yan Jiu, who ranked tenth in the semi-finals, is quite terrifying." Qiang Jiu said gravely, "His Qi seems to have undergone a bizarre transformation, the quality of which is unprecedented, and it also possesses an extremely frightening cutting ability. My Gang Qi of protection was easily shattered by him. His Qi is as if it has some sort of spirit, effortlessly defending against my attacks, even when I push my Art of Spear to the ultimate point, it's still difficult to break through his defense in one go. That's the fundamental reason for my defeat."

His lethal strike could not break through the defense, and the opponent seized the opportunity to counterattack.