The ferocity of this punch's fist force and its sheer power sent chills through the other six disciples below the arena.
All of them felt that, had they faced Xu Taiping earlier, they would have had no chance of winning.
Boom...
But when Xu Taiping raised his hand again, preparing to throw his final, hundred-and-eighth punch, everyone instantly forgot the hundred and seven punches before it.
For merely raising his fist sent his surging fist force whipping up a violent wave of air across the arena.
The Mountain Gate disciples on the Cloud Towers were all aghast.
Many of them might have been able to throw a punch with more power and momentum than Xu Taiping's, but that did nothing to stop them from being shaken by this punch of his.
For in the young man's punch, they sensed a hint of the ultimate realm.
The ultimate realm of body refinement, of the Green Ox Fist, of the white spirit bone.
Cultivators who had truly crossed the threshold of cultivation knew full well that once anyone reached the ultimate realm in something, their next step would either send them tumbling back to the valley floor or let them break free of their cocoon as a butterfly.
I once heard Master say that those with aptitudes such as profound bones or white bones can only cleave open a Heavenward Great Dao for their cultivation by training the cultivation techniques and spells within their grasp to the Peak Perfection Realm.
As she watched Xu Taiping prepare to throw his final punch, Xu Ziyan, on a Cloud Tower, suddenly remembered something her master had once told her.
She had always thought it was merely a casual word of comfort from her master, meant to encourage her with her profound bone aptitude.
But now,