Pan Piao Gourd?
Bang!
He Ping raised one hand and caught Chenling Heavenly King's first move, remaining utterly motionless without counterattacking, as though quietly waiting for his opponent's next assault.
"You blocked my first move! But I still have a second!"
After donning the skin of Pan Piao, Chenling Heavenly King seemed like some primordial beast charging forth from the depths of the starry sky. His first punch had been blocked, but his second attack immediately followed. His left hand was like a chisel boring forward, as if it could shatter even the colossal pillar holding up heaven and earth—like the Water God of ancient myth crashing down Mount Buzhou, the heavenly pillar.
Crack, crack.
Beneath his left fist, brilliant radiance continuously gathered, surging forth like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses charging together. It was also like wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning condensing in his hand, while ten thousand dragons roared in unison, its might immense.
As he let out a roar that shook mountains and rivers, heaven trembled and earth quaked. This second punch came smashing down upon He Ping's chest.
Boom!
The fist seemed to have truly struck He Ping, its force penetrating inward.
Yet at the instant that power erupted, about to destroy all of He Ping's life force and sever the very foundation of his immortal path, his body rapidly wriggled, constantly shifting between reality and non-reality.
At the same time, he let that force spread, flow, and be guided along with his body, turning it instead into reinforcement for himself.
He Ping absorbed that force like a conductor—or rather, like a master chef skilled in carving oxen. In an instant, he dismembered all the mana, divine abilities, force, and artistic conception contained within Chenling Heavenly King's punch, then pieced them back together anew.