บท 1070: Guiluo Mystic Yin Body

Everyone was stunned, so much so that they thought their eyes were deceiving them and were hallucinating.

Not only had that terrifying attack not killed him, it barely scratched him or even left a mark on his clothes. It was as if both the cultivators and Mo Wen had not existed in the same dimensional plane—absolutely nothing happened!

"I'm not dreaming, am I? That's not possible. How can that be possible?"

"Did that blow really land on him? It didn't miss, did it?"

"How could it have missed? Your brain might be missing, but there's no way such an attack could miss," someone retorted, irked, and unable to hold back. Mo Wen had been standing there, unmoving, so how could that attack have missed? If they could miss even under those circumstances, why would they be here attacking the city? They would long have been wiped out by the Yingyun City cultivators.