Lin Mu's golden fists shone from time to time as they slammed into the Dao Treading realm cultivators of the Northern Tribes.
"Dammit! What kind of a man is this? Why can't we even put one scratch on him?" one of the Dao Treading realm cultivators said in frustration.
They had been fighting for a bit now and were unable to get through Lin Mu's defenses. It was rather terrifying for them as despite being many times in numbers, their powers were still not enough.
~CLANG~
~CRACK~
"Oh no!" another Dao Treading realm cried as his spirit sword finally shattered under Lin Mu's fist.
'A chance!' Lin Mu blinked to the man's side and let his fist meet the man's temple.
"ARGH!" The man cried momentarily before being knocked out.
His temple cracked and blood spilled from it.
'He's tough… normally this should have burst his head open.' Lin Mu thought.