In the central area of the wide Zimu River.
Wang Ming stood with both feet on the surface of the water without sinking, as steady as if he were standing on solid ground.
The entire river surface was shrouded in an inexplicable aura.
Whoosh!
Wang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, bright radiances flashing within his pupils.
The next moment,
the feet he stepped on the river surface began to sink, plunging downward into the Zimu River.
Before long,
the river water of the Zimu River had already submerged his waist.
Yet at that moment, the downward sinking trend stopped, and Wang Ming began to throw punches right there in the river water.
At this time, his upper body was bare, revealing an aged, withered, emaciated, and slack physique.
This was precisely the physical body of Tang Emperor Li Shimin.
His age was already quite advanced, and moreover, Wang Ming had consumed a massive amount of lifespan during his previous battle against the Green Ox Demon.
Li Shimin's current physical body had already reached a state where his oil was exhausted and his lamp was dried up.
The boxing technique was merely a very ordinary set of boxing, but the pugilistic intent and force were quite special.
Furthermore,
as the boxing technique continued to be practiced, that withered physique began to gradually fill out, and the wrinkles on his body subsequently decreased.
Li Zhi, who was on the riverbank, watched this scene with the expression of someone whose father had just died.
No!
It should be that he would rather his father had died.
A situation he was extremely unwilling to see had occurred.
His imperial father was gradually growing younger; the age spots on his body were disappearing, his slack skin was becoming delicate, and his hair, withered like