Even as he spoke, Du Heng stepped forward, settled into a fist stance, and readied a punch. Then he fixed Xu Taiping with a cold gaze and said:
"I hear your Ancestral Sage Fist has reached the perfection of a furnace's pure blue flame. Then I'll test your fists and feet with this Household Heavenly Gang Fist."
Hearing this, Xu Taiping took a deep breath against the terrifying surges formed by Du Heng's qi and blood power, then assumed the stance of the Ancestral Sage Fist Baxia Form.
But rather than strike immediately, he asked curiously:
"You said a sect in the Lower Realm entrusted you with coming here to stop me."
"Before we fight, could you tell me who entrusted you, and why you traveled ten thousand miles down to the Lower Realm to intercept me?"
Du Heng snorted coldly, then said arrogantly:
"Judging by your performance so far, do you think you're worthy of questioning this True Lord?"
Xu Taiping did not answer immediately. Instead, he asked Abbot Jiaye inwardly:
Abbot Jiaye, how much longer do you need?
Now that he had left the Dragon-Trapping Tower, he no longer needed a jade slip to communicate with Abbot Jiaye here in the Wilderness.
Soon, Abbot Jiaye's voice sounded in his mind:
Benefactor Taiping, this old monk needs another tea-brewing's time before I can call down enough buddha fate power.
Xu Taiping gave a slight, composed nod and replied inwardly:
Understood.
Then Xu Taiping released the restraints on his qi and blood power, driving it to transform his Sleeping Dragon Physique into a Raging Dragon Physique.
He had held back his qi and blood power earlier not to make Du Heng underestimate him, but to wait for news from Abbot Jiaye and see when he could seal off communications within