To say there wasn't even a scratch would be inaccurate.
Song Yin furrowed his brow, probed at his neck with two fingers, and his face also took on a grave expression, "Demonic Path! To think it actually left a mark on my flesh!"
"What kind of joke is this!"
Yet, Chun Yulian found the words even more absurd. A mark? What was so surprising about that? His weapon was a Magical Treasure, after all!
Unconvinced, Chun Yulian once again struck down with his Mountain Splitter Blade, this time aiming straight for Song Yin's forehead.
Clang!
Song Yin did not dodge but instead faced it head-on, the blade striking his forehead and ringing out like a bell. The blade halted before his forehead, motionless.
"However, I possess the Vajra Body, and as you follow the Demonic Path, naturally you cannot break through my flesh," Song Yin declared.
"What Vajra Body? My ability is a Divine Skill, a Divine Skill!" Chun Yulian roared.