Outside Luyang City.
Beneath a roadside pavilion for travelers to rest, Tong Shihong watched the bustling Peacekeeping Gang in the distance without a word.
Qiu Muqian stood beside him, silent as well.
After hearing the old man eating noodles tell the story of how he had slain Taotie with his sword, they had sought out more than a dozen people to verify it. Every answer had been the same. And so, they had remained in this state ever since.
"Uncle Tong, are you not confident you can deal with Feng Qi?" Qiu Muqian finally could not help asking.
Tong Shihong's brow twitched several times involuntarily. "Every person has weaknesses. So do Heavenly Demons. Looking over all of Feng Qi's battles, he has always launched sneak attacks from behind. From that, we can infer that facing him head-on is his weak point. As long as we do not give him the chance to circle behind us, we can still get rid of him.
"However, to eliminate Feng Qi, we must first kill Wang San. His voice can disrupt one's state of mind. Once one's mind is thrown into disorder during battle, a crushing defeat is unavoidable. And we still do not know what abilities that Feng Zhong possesses. Niece Muqian, Heavenly Demons are strange creatures. We must deliberate carefully on this matter and cannot act rashly..."
Listening to this lengthy speech, Qiu Muqian said, "Uncle Tong, since Feng Qi always attacks from behind, couldn't we protect our vital points at the back with heart-protecting mirrors? I was gone for only three days, yet Feng Qi has already grown to this extent. If we let him continue growing, who in this martial world will be able to restrain him? From what he intends, he clearly wants to swallow up the entire martial