What?!
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. As Xie Anshou unleashed this move, he felt streams of air solidifying and intertwining around them, seemingly forming a domain that bound his entire body.
The Dragon Binding Hand was an extremely terrifying martial art. Legend had it that it was created to fight giant dragons. Once unleashed, it wrapped around its target incessantly; even a giant dragon with boundless strength could be restrained and forced to surrender.
In a sense, the stronger the enemy, the easier they were to deal with using this martial art.
"A top-grade King-level martial art? You think you're the only one who has one? That's child's play. Before my Pure Yang Indestructible Art, even the most peerless martial arts will be suppressed."
A cold glint flashed in Xia Ping's eyes, and he struck in an instant.
In every match before this, he had held back considerably. He had never truly unleashed the surging true essence within him, nor had he fully circulated the Pure Yang Indestructible Art.
In truth, the most terrifying thing about him was the absolute power cultivated through the Pure Yang Indestructible Art, enough to suppress any enemy, and the fearsome flames that could rival the Sun Essence.
To a martial artist, martial arts were merely a way to use their true qi.
Internal cultivation techniques, on the other hand, were a martial artist's foundation. They were like an engine: the more powerful the engine, the more powerful the machine. The engine almost determined everything about it.
Boom!
At that moment, Xia Ping also struck with his palm: the top-grade King-level martial art, No-Beat Palm!
Layer upon layer of palm images appeared in the air, as elusive as a goat's horns caught in a tree, impossible to trace. Yet every palm contained a force so