Meng Zhao was not surprised. His thin lips pressed together as he praised, "My Mountain Crushing Strike could shatter any Mountain Stone in its path and snap gold and iron alike, yet it could not harm Master in the slightest. This shows that Master truly possesses Steel Muscles, Iron Bones, an indestructible golden body. It was no empty boast."
Given Meng Zhao's current foundation and strength, even an expert on Yang Cai's level would suffer shattered organs and die if he took the Mountain Crushing Strike head-on. Yet this old monk remained utterly unscathed. His raw strength was indeed at the pinnacle of the Innate Realm, and the depth of his foundation was simply unparalleled.
With a thought, Gebhu Dharma King made his body as light as a swallow. His legs, embedded beneath the mountain soil, came free with ease, and he drifted lightly to one side. His pale golden eyes became even more overbearing and majestic. Without a word, he shot to Meng Zhao's side with a whoosh. His surging qi and blood spilled outward, while dense pale golden radiance flowed over his body. Forming a fist seal, he chopped down toward Meng Zhao's chest.
His four fingers curled inward, his thumb tucked against the inside of his index finger. At the tips of his finger bones protruded four tiny fleshy bumps, like four bright stars adorning his hand. Stars rested in his palm, their might boundless—this was the Star Breaking Stance from the Dragon Elephant Fist Scripture.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The fist seal was divine, and a dragon-like, elephant-like aura coiled around that somewhat gaunt fist, letting out deafening bellows. Wherever the fist force reached, the surrounding air was swept clean, exploding with an endless chain of thunderous blasts. Along its brief path, a visible white airwave emerged.