The invisible waves brimming with overwhelming power had an endless oppressive force akin to dominion.
Anyone daring to attempt a touch, even if they were a fellow Three Limits powerhouse, would find themselves dispersed, their heads hammered as if struck by a heavy mallet.
The monks recalled that deep night, the horrific gold-white eerie sun spanning three hundred zhang...
"Senior Brother Meng's physical talent is truly unparalleled throughout history..."
The old monk's voice carried a hint of complexity:
"Not only that, but his other talents are equally remarkable..."
Compared to his last visit to the Shaolin, Meng Chuan's Qi Blood had increased severalfold.
And this was just within one year...
Before long.
Upstairs, the sound of resounding, surging Qi waves burst forth again, expanding ring upon ring.
If Meng Chuan weren't already counted as one of Shaolin Temple's own, Senior Brother, charging him for using such a treasured place...
