Those disciples whose martial attainments were lacking already had their eyes shining as they looked at Bái Xī Wén as though worshipping a deity.
Even experts who had reached a certain level in martial arts were shocked by Bái Xī Wén's majestic internal cultivation.
Whether someone was strong often did not require them to make a move; one could glimpse it merely from their bearing.
"Excellent cultivation. Ever since I arrived in Hebei, I have often heard of Bái Xī Wén, the Golden Cauldron Sect's foremost expert. They say his Invincible Treasure Codex was invincible against all hardness and broke all things.
"Though I cannot appreciate the subtleties of the Pure Yang Divine Skill today, which is truly regrettable, it is still a fortunate occasion to discuss martial arts with such a formidable opponent."
As soon as he finished speaking, the gentle smile on Cang Song's face finally faded. His eyes were like cold stars, and his feet stepped through mysterious footwork.
With a flick of the whisk in his hand, he traced a circle and stirred it before lashing it toward Bái Xī Wén from more than thirty feet away. The dense white strands on the whisk had originally hung soft and supple like willow threads, but suddenly each one stood upright and coiled together, like a drifting white cloud flowing past.
In an instant, a mass of energy upon the whisk's surface swelled. The air gurgled like boiling water, heat surged upward, and an overwhelming force was transmitted through the air—enough to shatter stubborn stone and twist metal.
His attack was neither hurried nor slow, and his moves were simple and unadorned, yet they carried the feeling of great skill seeming clumsy. Layer upon layer of a grand, resplendent momentum poured forth as well, making people not dare