Ming Zi's Last Resort, You Thought You Earned It?

"This power… How is it possible?!"

Blood Monk Disciple gasped so hard that he almost sucked in the blood he spat out, and his pupils trembled violently.

The Papiyas Avatar was his strongest move. Even if it were used against a Higher Third-grade Earthen Immortal, he would still have the advantage.

Yet now, Chu Kuangren had crushed it with a single punch.

"Ming Zi! What is this? I thought you said his cultivation level would be suppressed to one-fifth?! Why does he still have this much power?!" the Blood Monk Disciple shouted.

One-fifth of his power? 

It must be a joke! Not even a Heavenly Immortal could possess this much power at ten percent!

"His cultivation level is indeed suppressed to one-fifth of his full power. There's no mistake in that, but his strength… Wait, this is his physical body!"

Ming Zi suddenly realized something. "It's his physical body! His power might be suppressed, but his body is not!"

"His body?"