Boom—
The phantom giant hand condensed from the Power of Law slammed down. The entire pavilion trembled faintly, and the dharma power gathered around Quan Chong instantly collapsed.
The invisible pressure made his knees tremble uncontrollably. Just as he was about to fall to his knees, Song Changsheng twitched a finger. The giant hand vanished into thin air, and the pressure immediately shifted direction, making him stagger several steps back as he slowly bled off the force.
Though Quan Chong bore some hostility toward him, it stemmed only from reasonable suspicions about his identity, not any personal grudge. During this period, Peng Siying had relied entirely on his protection. Even in a duel, Song Changsheng could not make the other man lose face.
He had always been exceedingly tolerant toward friends.
"How is this possible?" Quan Chong stared at the footprints of varying depths before him, his eyes filled with confusion, incomprehension, and shock. One move—only one move.
He had never imagined that after centuries of bitter cultivation, he would one day be defeated so easily. That irresistible power... could it truly have been a Nascent Soul True Lord standing before him?
"Elder Quan, you let me win." Song Changsheng gave a slight cupped fist salute.
For a moment, Quan Chong did not react. He had already fallen into self-doubt.
Peng Siying hurriedly advised, "Elder Quan, since Father hired him as the chief guest elder, he naturally had his reasons. It is merely inconvenient to reveal his identity, so please do not harbor doubts."
"This old man was overly suspicious and offended the elder. Please forgive me." Quan Chong's tone carried a trace of shame.
Song Changsheng promptly reassured him, "Elder Quan has fulfilled his duty faithfully. How could there be any crime to speak of? During this period, I