Wei Qing is dead?
No, not yet!
In the golden light, Wei Qing, whose bones were even dissolving, struggled to lift his head.
In his eye sockets, the eyeballs had long been melted by the golden light, and two pools of golden liquid flowed down from within.
However, just as the golden light was about to proceed further and completely dissolve Wei Qing's entire body,
a large amount of white energy surged from the seven most critical apertures within Wei Qing!
The melted flesh and bones instantly regenerated, and he maintained his forward-charging motion.
Caught off guard, the Pope's body was struck once again, transforming once more into white wax.
"Li Shutong's Eight Urgent Fist?" The Pope recognized Wei Qing's technique, his tone for the first time tinged with amazement, "You've actually trained the Eight Urgent Fist to the Seventh Urgent?"
