Jinpeng Moyun’s eyes bulged. His face contorted with exertion as he tried to open his mouth or raise his hand repeatedly. However, it always ended with him closing his mouth and lowering his hand.0

It was because he could not spot a weakness in his opponent’s stance no matter how hard he tried. He did not dare to attack because of this.0

He knew he would lose if he didn’t act.0

He was equally sure he would lose if he did act.0

If both action and inaction resulted in defeat, then why struggle? Why bother resisting at all?0

As his Dao heart became shaken, Jinpeng Moyun’s gold complexion began peeling bit by bit like old paint. The light in his eyes was gradually dimming as well.0

His martial heart was broken, and his martial will was stomped into dust by this man.0

He had lost. He had utterly lost.0

“No life, no self, no Buddha, no profoundness,...0