"Mana?!"
Xia Ping clenched his fists. He discovered that Han Ge's spiritual power had already fused into his mana, almost condensing into substance. The instant that punch came roaring over, it produced an oppressive force that seemed utterly impossible to match.
An ordinary Grandmaster facing this punch would likely have their soul shaken to trembling by the overwhelming spiritual impact before it even reached their body, leaving them dazed and terrified out of their wits.
It was as if Han Ge's fist techniques had long since been engraved with his spiritual imprint. Every punch and kick contained a terrifying spiritual will, multiplying the power of his martial arts.
"So that's how it is. No wonder I've never been able to open up my Purple Mansion or shatter that mysterious gate deep within my mind. It isn't that I lack spiritual power—it's that it isn't pure enough, powerful enough, refined enough."
A flash of understanding immediately rose within Xia Ping. To advance to the King Realm and open up the Purple Mansion, one needed to temper not only one's astral energy, but also one's spiritual power.
Although his soul was incomparably powerful, far surpassing that of ordinary Grandmasters, it was precisely because he possessed too much soul energy that his spiritual power had become somewhat muddled and impure.
It was like countless strands of rope. Separated, they were weak; but if they could be twisted into a single cord and cleansed of their impurities, his spiritual strength would surely rise to a whole new level.
Like raw iron, it had to endure a thousand hammerings and a hundred refinements before it could be forged into steel, sweeping through all before it.
When that time came, opening up his Purple Mansion would naturally be as effortless as water flowing into a channel.