Even an ordinary person, let alone a martial artist at the ninth level, could have their head exploded by this strike.
At this moment, controlling power had become his instinct.
Not only to achieve the "return to simplicity" state but also to prevent accidental injury.
Fortunately, before unleashing his power, he could control himself.
"Now, my Qi Blood is about sixteen thousand, and with this strength, I must not underestimate martial artists with stronger Qi Blood than mine..."
Qi Blood is the foundation of all martial arts.
It stimulates the inner breath, flowing out through the pores.
Coiling around the arms, it flows into Demon Suppressing Thunder True Qi, with dangerous blue-purple light rippling.
Meng Chuan clenched his palm again, a more powerful force gathering at the edge of his palm, his whole aura terrifyingly enhanced.
The power of Qi Blood, combined with True Qi, feared that just a gust of palm wind could strike a first-grade martial artist from afar!
