Mad Fist felt every image and thought in his eyes and mind vanish, leaving only that savage, ferocious crimson True Dragon baring its fangs and claws as it soared toward him.
The True Dragon was so domineering, so terrifying. It burned and melted his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys—his blood and marrow—until all of it turned to ashes. Death was right before his eyes.
His mind shook violently, his breathing stopped, and his limbs went weak. His once surging, formidable true qi cultivation seemed to crash completely beneath the crimson True Dragon's suppression, utterly unusable.
He could only silently endure the coming killing blow, no different from waiting for death.
This was Meng Zhao's True Dragon Profound Dao Method. It carried the essence of his Martial Dao, blending Martial Charm, martial momentum, martial perception, and countless other facets of the Martial Dao into tangible Martial Dao Will.
It could use the mind to interfere with reality, suppress opponents, overturn rivers and seas, uproot mountains and pull down peaks. It was tyrannical beyond compare; every move was a killing technique that transcended ordinary martial arts.
Even without employing Grandmaster-level power, Meng Zhao's martial attainments and cultivation alone were enough to kill an Innate Realm top-tier expert like Mad Fist in a single strike—one with outstanding combat prowess, at that.
As the crimson True Dragon raised its head and lashed its tail while drawing near, Peach Blossom Scholar had already leaped away with remarkable agility.
The only reason for this was that Meng Zhao's punch had not targeted him, but merely the fake Yellow Springs Holy Son.
Only Mad Fist, disguised as the Yellow Springs Holy Son, remained motionless and blankly rooted in place. The disguise dyes and leather coverings on his body rapidly steamed, melted, and curled beneath the terrifying