Of course, such terrifying destructive power was also connected to the two of them launching their ultimate moves and clashing head-on.
After the earth-shattering boom, the surging force that had once raged like a vast sea gradually subsided. Qiong Mountain had already been shattered into fragments by that peerless, overbearing power. Stone dust across the mountain was swept away on fierce winds, even drifting several miles before piling up into a towering wall.
Daoist Taixu retreated several steps. The cloth shoes on his feet were completely blown apart by the incomparably violent force, leaving him barefoot. His feet were faintly blood-red, and each step left a clear imprint in the hard mountain ground, several inches deep.
"Such a formidable man. His martial arts are even stronger than mine. He has tempered his true qi, fleshly body, and primordial spirit to perfection. I can only withstand three more moves like that, while his limit is impossible to gauge. This is dangerous."
By saying he could take three more moves, it did not mean Daoist Taixu could not match Dragon King Shui Wuhen's peerless martial arts. Rather, the expenditure had been too great and the clash too brutal; his body could not bear such backlash.
That single blow alone had already shaken his inner organs. His organs, flesh, bones, and even every cell in his body were overcome by a sense of exhaustion.
Another three moves would drain his vital essence and wear away this body's potential, creating enormous obstacles and hidden dangers for future advancement. This was something Taixu, whose ambition lay at the pinnacle of martial arts, could not tolerate.
Across from Taixu, Dragon King Shui Wuhen's breathing remained even, his robes neat and impeccable, without the slightest trace of disarray. Clearly, he had handled the previous collision with ease