Zhang Xiaoshan looked at Chu Xing, who lay on the ground wailing, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face as well.
His body hadn't been so powerful before, it must have been after he refined his Glazed Jade Body in the Spirit Liquid Pool behind the mountain that he gained such astonishing defensive strength.
This Chu Xing's strength should be comparable to that of someone in the Middle Stage of external power.
It seemed then that even if his own physical defense was tested by a blow from a Qi Condensation Expert, he could injure the opponent in return, and when facing an average Qi Transformation Expert, his bodily strength could also achieve a draw.
"Young Master, Young Master..."
The driver ran over in panic and helped the wailing Chu Xing up.
"You, you, you're a Martial Artist?"
With an arm broken, Chu Xing's look toward Zhang Xiaoshan suddenly turned grave, not daring to underestimate him anymore.
Zhang Xiaoshan replied with a cold laugh.
"So what if I am?"
