Young Master Xiao of the Manor was surrounded by the illusion of a wandering dragon, his fist emanating a jade color, his figure infinitely elongated in sight—ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang—transforming into an eternal divine peak, stirring the soul.
The monkey swung his staff swiftly, striking the massive towering mountain, crashing down as quickly as it had risen.
The staff bounced high, his arms cracking loudly, even his bones seemed to have fractured.
"Focus your mind, strike at the lower stance," Zhou Ping'an instructed.
Seeing this scene, Fang Sheng's eyes widened in shock.
The monkey was ferocious, attacking with extreme violence, blocking his own teammates' lines of attack.
But his mental strength was clearly not that strong, influenced by the second realm of martial intent and the spirit infusion state, he truly believed he was fighting a mountain…
