"Mana?!"
Xia Ping clenched his fists. He realized that Han Ge's Mental Energy had already merged with his Mana. It had almost condensed into a solid form. When he punched, it immediately gave off an unparalleled pressure.
If an ordinary Master were to face this punch, they would probably be hit by the strong Mental Energy before it could even reach their bodies. Their souls would be shaken and they wouldn't even be scared out of their wits.
It was as if Han Ge's punches had already been engraved with his Mental Energy. Every punch and kick contained a terrifying Spiritual Will, which multiplied the power of the punches.
"So that's how it is. No wonder I can't open the Purple Palace and can't break the mysterious door in the depths of my brain. It's not that my Mental Energy isn't strong enough, but it's not pure enough. It's not strong enough."
Xia Ping suddenly understood. If he wanted to advance to the King Realm and open the Purple Palace, he not only needed to train his Earth Energy, but also his Mental Energy.
Although his soul was extremely strong and far surpassed that of an ordinary Master, it was precisely because there was too much Soul Energy that his Mental Energy was a bit impure.
It was like a rope. If it was separated, it would be weak. If it could be twisted into a rope and cleanse the impurities in his Mental Energy, then his Mental Energy would definitely reach a higher level.
It was like a piece of pig iron that could be forged into steel after being tempered thousands of times. It would be invincible.
At that time, opening the Purple Palace would naturally be a matter of time.
"If I can expel the impurities in the Soul Energy and completely refine my Mental Energy, then opening the Purple Palace won't be a big problem." Xia Ping was overjoyed. He couldn't help but clench his fists. He was extremely excited.
He understood the direction he had to advance in and he knew how to continue to become stronger.
Fortunately, after fighting with Han Ge, the patriarch of the Drought Demon Tribe, he understood the key to advancing to the King Realm. It saved him a lot of time and he wouldn't take the wrong path.
"You dare to be distracted while fighting with me?"
Seeing Xia Ping's distracted expression, Han Ge was furious. He felt that he was being completely underestimated. He was a King Realm expert. Any Master Realm expert had to be careful when facing him.
If he was distracted for even a moment, he would be killed by a King Realm expert.
But this guy was obviously in such an intense battle, yet he was still distracted and thinking about other things. How much did this bastard human look down on me?!
"Die!"
Han Ge was so angry that he almost died. Because of his anger, the Drought Demon Fire on his body became even more terrifying. The black flames burned in mid-air, turning into a sea of fire.
At the same time, the black poisonous gas spread out for several kilometers. The weeds and trees on the ground all withered and died instantly, losing all signs of life.
Seeing this, the guards of the five major races did not dare to stay here any longer. They all retreated over 10 kilometers to avoid dying to the furious attacks of the monarchs.
Their deaths would have been too unjust.
Bang!
Another fist smashed over, carrying with it black flames. Sizzling sounds rang out as they condensed into substance. It was as if a black tiger was roaring, opening its bloody mouth to swallow Xia Ping in a single gulp.
"Good timing!"
Xia Ping stood where he was, and his eyes revealed a frightening light. Strands of flames came out from the depths of his eyes, forming a whirlpool that looked like two suns, spinning continuously.
This time, he didn't defend. Instead, he counterattacked. He punched out, shaking and exploding!
Saint-level unique skill — Sun God Fist!
Immediately, strands of golden flames came out from the 108,000 pores on his body. It was as if the god of the sun had descended, bringing with it endless golden light. It was extremely hot.
This kind of flame seemed to be able to melt everything.
"What?! What kind of fist technique is this?! "
Han Ge was shocked. He felt that this fist contained a trace of the true meaning of martial arts, as if it had reached the essence of the way. This was a fist technique that could control all the flames in the world.
When this fist was punched out, a wave of heat rolled out. The black poisonous gas in the surroundings dissipated under this kind of Yang Qi, as if it had been completely melted and no longer existed.
Even the spiritual power on his body could resist it and cancel each other out.
With a bang, the two forces collided with each other. There was an explosive sound in mid-air. The power of flames collided with the power of flames, causing the air to tremble thousands of times, and the sound spread out for hundreds of kilometers.
Immediately, a huge pit appeared on the ground. Soil flew everywhere, and dense cracks appeared in the surroundings. Countless cracks extended for dozens of kilometers.
At the same time, a large amount of flames fell to the ground, creating a deep pit. The flames condensed into liquid and turned into lava, burning hot on the ground.
At this moment, this area had turned into a lava lake. It was steaming hot, and the lava was constantly rolling.
"Impossible!"
Han Ge couldn't believe it. He was just a human at the eighth level of the Supreme Power Realm. How could he use such a fist technique to compete with it and not be at a disadvantage? This was a bit too exaggerated.
Han Ge was a king who had opened up the Purple Mansion and controlled the spiritual power. His combat power should be far above this human, but what was going on now?!
How could the Gang Qi compete with the spiritual power? How could a supreme power compete with a king?!
No matter how hard it thought about it, it couldn't understand this matter. This was simply like the Arabian Nights.
"Again!"
Xia Ping was overjoyed. He knew that even with the help of the Saint-level fist technique, he was already qualified to compete with ordinary cultivators at the Purple Mansion Realm, and he could even fight to a draw with them.
Even though the Gang Qi in his body was no match for the spiritual power, under the support of the Saint-level fist technique, the nature of the power in his body had changed, and his destructive power had increased more than ten times.
This was also enough to offset the huge advantage of the spiritual power.
Han Ge, who didn't understand the Saint-level martial arts, couldn't imagine how powerful such martial arts were. This was the power that pointed directly to the essence of the Great Way, and it was so tyrannical that it was outrageous.
Once mastered, it would be a piece of cake to challenge someone at a higher level.
However, it was too difficult to completely master the Saint-level martial arts. Even if it was a cultivator who had been promoted to the King Realm, it would be extremely difficult to learn without enough talent and guidance from a teacher.
Not to mention that even in the universe, the Saint-level martial arts were hard to find. Ordinary people were not qualified to come into contact with them at all.
"Damn it, I don't believe I can't kill you!"
Han Ge was crazy. He felt that his self-esteem had been greatly insulted. As a king, if he couldn't even kill a little supreme power, he would lose face.
He attacked again, extremely violent, and launched a storm-like attack on Xia Ping.
Xia Ping used the Sun God Fist, not in a hurry, like the Sun God standing on the earth. At the same time, he ran the North Sea Body Protection Skill, absorbing all the opponent's attack power, devouring and digesting it.
Bang!
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