Wu Cheng gathered the Small Town's momentum around himself, his eyes wide with fury.
Brahma sound drifted, mist rose, and earth vein qi flowed...
Two more Yin-Yang School cultivators held Sandalwood Incense Burners.
Wisps of qi flowed like little streams pouring into a great river.
He had also taken another golden core earlier.
Under all these enhancements, he temporarily broke through his eighth realm cultivation.
He leaped into the ninth realm.
"Come!"
Wu Cheng roared and hurled a punch.
The two exchanged a punch.
Wu Cheng's fist struck Li Ping'an's chest.
Li Ping'an's fist smashed into his head.
Both retreated.
"Again!"
Both surged forward again, each throwing a punch.
Boom, boom-!!!
Neither dodged nor evaded the other's fists.
They simply relied on their bodies to clash head-on.
But every collision of their punches threw the surrounding cultivators' qi into disarray.
It was like hurling one enormous boulder after another into a lake.
No one took the opportunity to step forward.
Because stepping forward now would only hinder rather than help.
And so, after each had thrown a dozen or so punches,
Wu Cheng's body grew increasingly battered.
He had never encountered Gu Xizhou in his life, and for that very reason,
he had never seen anyone with a body tougher than his own.
At this moment, the high-grade Daoist Robe he wore had long since been reduced to tatters.
Bruises layered over bruises, and his entire body was bathed in blood.
Here and there, horrific wounds covered him.
There was even a charred patch of flesh bearing the marks of having been pierced through.
The physical toughness of the heavenly punishment body was far beyond his imagination.
Even so, Wu Cheng, who had temporarily advanced to a ninth realm martial warrior, attacked without holding anything back.
He had also inflicted