The Blood Mastiff Flies!

The black-robed man's face flickered as he was once again sent falling back. The intense level of power Meng Hao now wielded had struck fear even in Dao-Heaven's heart. The black-robed man might have a powerful fleshly body and bizarre Daoist magic, but fighting with Meng Hao in his current state caused him to feel immense pressure.

Rumbling filled the air, and blood sprayed out of the man's mouth. Even as he fell back, Meng Hao closed in for another fist strike.

The man's eyes went wide, and he performed a double-handed incantation gesture.

"True Dao!" he barked. A blinding sea of violet light erupted in front of him, which became a gigantic violet hand that flew toward Meng Hao.