Martial Dao Heart

The chill seeped into the pale gold, accumulating layer upon layer, making Meng Qi feel as though he had returned to childhood. Whenever winter came, he had to bundle himself up until he was unbearably bulky, his movements slowing with it, leaving none of his former agility. Yet in a clash between experts, victory or defeat was decided in an instant. Before he could break free of the cold and sluggishness, he saw the fist reach him. Thus, he could only retreat—he had no choice but to retreat.

His figure shifted, and Meng Qi moved with the fist, retreating at lightning speed. Wu Jizhen had somehow already left the tower ship, both feet treading across the seawater. Blue-black ice accumulated beneath him, dragging out two transparent trails. His fist did not slow in the slightest, and the distance between them rapidly shrank.

As he flew backward, Meng Qi's Inner Landscape World changed, evolving the great sun. Streaks of flame appeared within the pale golden radiance flowing across his skin, melting the chill, easing the sluggishness, and resisting the corrosion of the icy snow and lunar energy.

Only then did Meng Qi have the spare strength to draw his saber.

Yet just as his right hand touched the hilt, Wu Jizhen's fist sank slightly. The unified momentum formed by heaven, earth, man, and saber immediately drilled into the interloper, occupying its pivot. Meng Qi suddenly felt that he could not draw his saber—and that if he did, he would inevitably suffer a thunderous strike.

Wu Jizhen's Inner Landscape World already resembled a realm unto itself. This punch came carrying a "world," making it difficult to withstand head-on.

The acupoints throughout Meng Qi's body opened as he tried to link with heaven and earth and forcibly draw his saber. But Wu Jizhen's