Each Showing Their Own Skills

Xia Hong, Chang Yangzi, and Han Xing struck at once. Their incomparably violent power shattered the pure white lotus Wusheng Laomu had evolved from the World-Abandoning Effortless Finger in an instant.

Xia Hong used a claw technique. His hands crossed and danced in grasping motions, as though he were clutching a mighty dragon several zhang long. He himself resembled a deity seated high above, his movements brimming with rigid force and carrying an imposing, solemn, and tyrannical air.

Moreover, Duàn Yì, who had been watching from the sidelines, could clearly sense that Xia Hong had not gone all out. He was deliberately concealing his strength.

Chang Yangzi's martial art was rather interesting. He murmured, "A solitary plume of smoke rose straight over the vast desert; the setting sun hung round above the long river." As he launched his fist technique, an incomparably magnificent and majestic scroll of scenery slowly unfolded.

Within the boundless desert, a lone plume of smoke shot into the heavens. Beside the mighty Yellow River, a great sun slowly descended, perfectly round.

The intent of his fists was equally grand and awe-inspiring. It made one feel as though one had been placed within that wondrous, resplendent scene, growing ever more aware of one's own smallness and helplessness.

Han Xing, the last to attack, was somewhat weaker than Xia Hong and Chang Yangzi, yet the path of his martial art was by no means inferior to theirs.

He hooked the tip of his right thumb against the tip of his bent ring finger, keeping the other three fingers upright to form a hand seal. He struck toward the slowly descending white lotus. The Artistic Conception it revealed was neither life nor death, life and death endlessly cycling, as though it could command the cycle of a person's death