Whoosh!
Almost at the same instant Xu Taiping made his decision, Wutu Ba appeared before him as though he had teleported, merging the mountain-toppling fist force into his silver fist and driving a heavy punch at Xu Taiping's head.
Boom!
But just as Xu Taiping prepared to wrap every acupoint in all his blood qi power, with only half his acupoints, sinews, and bones covered, sudden, excruciating pain made his body instinctively repel that portion of his qi and blood power.
Fortunately, Xu Taiping brought this blood qi under control in time, keeping it from rampaging through his body and preventing it from bursting him apart.
I was careless. Even if my divine soul power can control this much blood qi and cover my acupoints all at once, this body only has the wild lion physique, after all. It can't adapt that easily.
Xu Taiping murmured to himself, still somewhat shaken.
To conceal his strength, he had used only the wild lion physique, which could not immediately adapt to having so much blood qi tempering his body and acupoints.
It looks like I'll still have to use the python flood dragon physique.
That was what Xu Taiping thought.
But even as he thought this, Wutu Ba's fist force had already enveloped the entire hall, leaving Xu Taiping nowhere to dodge.
His only choice now was to take this punch head-on.
At that moment, with his life hanging by a thread, Xu Taiping shifted his fist stance into the Mountain-Bearing Form.
In appearance, the Mountain-Bearing Form closely resembled the defensive moves of many fist techniques, so Xu Taiping did not need to worry about it being recognized.
Boom!
Amid a violent blast of air, Xu Taiping's protective gang qi shattered almost at once.
Although he had not unleashed the Mountain-Bearing Form