Perilous Place

Situ Xuan's fleshly body was undergoing an unprecedented tempering. The Mountain Dragon King's gravitational field was like a gigantic furnace, placing his body inside to burn, hammer, and forge it. Every fluctuation of the gravitational field squeezed his bones, making them denser; every impact of dragon might tore his muscles apart, letting them rebuild after each tear and become even tougher.

His body trembled and groaned, but his will was as firm as rock.

He rose from the pile of shattered bones, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and charged once more at the Mountain Dragon King's Dragon Soul.

"Again!"

Both his palms struck out together—Tiger Palm Suppresses the World.

The palm wind thundered, smashing into the Dragon Soul's chest and blasting open a huge gap.

The Mountain Dragon King's dragon claw came swatting down. He did not dodge. He took the blow head-on and was slapped into the earth, but he immediately crawled out of the pit, kicked off with both feet, and charged up again.

One punch, two punches, three punches.

His fists fell on the Mountain Dragon King's soul body like a torrential rain. Every punch carried the full power of the Six-Turn Golden Body, and every punch left a deep imprint on the Dragon Soul. The Mountain Dragon King's Dragon Soul roared and counterattacked. Its dragon claws, dragon tail, dragon fangs—every part of it was attacking, and every attack was enough to flatten a small mountain.

Situ Xuan's body was injured again and again under the assault, sent flying again and again, smashed into the ground again and again. His clothes had long since been torn apart, exposing his powerful upper body. His bronze skin was covered in wounds, dripping with blood. Some wounds were so deep that bone could be seen; others