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The boulder hurtled through the air like a millstone. In Meng Zhao's eyes, it was like a colossal mountain flying in from the horizon to crush him.

Its force could shatter a city; its momentum could topple mountains. Faintly, a divine dragon and a savage tiger coiled around the boulder, true qi densely woven about them.

Meng Zhao could not help but praise him inwardly. Not only was this man formidable in martial arts, but his wisdom in battle was first-rate as well. Without being able to peer into Meng Zhao's true strength, he used an external object to test him. It ensured his own safety while providing ample intimidation.

Yet Meng Zhao was now, if not one whose martial arts rivaled creation itself, at least an unparalleled expert of the present age, second only to Grandmasters.

With a sweep of his sleeve, an unceasingly soft and pliant force emerged, transforming into a huge white net visible to the naked eye that stopped the boulder before him, preventing it from advancing another inch. Had anyone observed closely, they would have noticed that the pliant true qi forming the white net seemed to be twisted from tiny chains, and every one of those tiny chains was composed of lifelike Qi Dragons.

It was a simple move, yet it contained Meng Zhao's unfathomably profound martial wisdom and realm.

The next instant, Meng Zhao clenched the hand he had swung through the air. The huge white net transformed into a giant hand, which viciously squeezed the boulder already caught within it. With a thunderous boom, the boulder seemed to have been blasted by an immense quantity of explosives, instantly shattering apart. Stone dust drifted across the sky, turning the once-fresh Erniu Peak Summit gray and hazy.

This martial art was a new ultimate