Seven-Turn Myriad Phenomena

"Mountain Dragon King, you're already dead!"

Under the pressure of the gravity field, Situ Xuan's voice had turned low and hoarse, but every word was clear and forceful. "How many years have you stayed here? A hundred thousand? Five hundred thousand? A million?!"

Bearing the crushing gravity, he walked toward the Mountain Dragon King step by step.

Every step was as heavy as a mountain. Every step left a deep footprint in the ground. His muscles trembled, his bones groaned, but his pace did not stop in the slightest.

One step, two steps, three steps. He moved faster and faster, from walking to running, from running to charging.

"Are you really content to stay here like a watchdog? To wait in the end as your soul vanishes bit by bit?!"

The instant his words fell, Situ Xuan had once again arrived before the Mountain Dragon King's remains.

His right arm drew back, his muscles swelling to their limit, his fist clenched tight, his knuckles white. The power of the Six-Turn Golden Body erupted fully in that moment. A dense layer of golden light rose over the surface of his fist, and within that light was pure physical strength, without the slightest impurity.

He punched out.

His fist smashed into the head of the Mountain Dragon King's Dragon Soul, releasing a deafening boom.

This time, the Mountain Dragon King's Dragon Soul finally reacted. Its head tilted back slightly, ripples spreading across the surface of its soul body as the brownish light flickered violently. Though it had not been forced back, Situ Xuan could clearly feel that the force of this punch was several times greater than the last, and was already enough to have a tangible effect on the Dragon Soul.

The Mountain Dragon King's Dragon Soul let out a low