Though they had fought across the air, Meng Zhao's estimation of Howling Wind Hall's martial arts rose several levels, and he could not help but admire them.
After increasing their power, these five Innate Masters had joined forces to unleash a strike of truly extraordinary caliber. The gale they sent forth was soft rather than fierce, seemingly no different from an ordinary wandering breeze. Yet within it lurked an incomparably sinister cutting force, like countless tiny blades crossing and slicing back and forth, grinding all tangible and intangible things to dust.
Even the Body Protecting Gang Qi of an Innate Master who had diligently cultivated Internal Cultivation would be unable to withstand this strike without sufficient foundations, left with no fate but to have flesh and blood worn away.
Fortunately, the five men's opponent was Meng Zhao. The depth of his cultivation and the tyrannical intensity of his true qi far exceeded the imagination of ordinary Innate Masters. That was why he could use the Great Returning Dragon move of the North Sea Dragon Fighting Hand to forcibly withstand the five Innate Masters' strongest combined attack.
Even Meng Zhao, however, felt an invisible force ripple through his body after taking that move head-on.
This trembling force was exceedingly inconspicuous, yet incomparably sinister. It acted deep within his flesh, eroding the foundation of his qi and blood like an undercurrent eating away at a riverbank. One careless misstep could create a catastrophic hidden danger.
Martial artists whose spiritual senses were not particularly sharp might have ignored it entirely, but Meng Zhao's spiritual cultivation was immensely powerful. With only a slight inspection of his body, he had already understood just how perilous his opponents' technique was.
Fortunately, he possessed the Purple Origin Dragon Body. His foundation was extraordinarily deep, rare beneath heaven;