"Li Qingshan was taken out by that young man? The White Horse Trio are that fierce?"
"How dare they kill Li Qingshan? He's Tong Jingchang's last disciple. Aren't they afraid Tong Jingchang will come down the mountain?"
"If they dared to kill him, would they fear Tong Jingchang? That woman is formidable too—at the same realm, she might not lose to Tong Jingchang!"
"Tong Jingchang has failed to break through to Martial Saint for years. By now, he's probably gone to the Land of Collapsed Dao. He no longer has any deterrent power."
Seeing Li Qingshan killed, the people in the distance were stunned. Qianyue Sect disciples were exceptionally strong among those of the same realm, yet after only two punches, his head had been blown apart.
"Qingshan..."
Tong Jingting let out a miserable roar, his eyes splitting with rage. Qianyue Sect had always lorded it over this region—when had they ever suffered such a tragedy?
More importantly, while Li Qingshan was said to be his elder brother Tong Jingchang's last disciple, he was actually Tong Jingchang's illegitimate son.
"You still dared to let your mind wander while fighting me?"
Feng Hua's fist burst with countless rays of light, nearly shattering the void itself.
Her fighting style had always been broad and forceful. Like a brutish body cultivator, she relied solely on overwhelming strength to crush every technique. Her petite body contained terrifying divine power.
Taking advantage of Tong Jingting's mind being thrown into turmoil by Li Qingshan's death, her fist slammed heavily into him.
She was even more like a body cultivator than Tong Jingting, and her strength was greater as well.
Boom!
With a fist as unyielding and ferocious as a mountain, heavy enough to weigh ten thousand jun, Tong Jingting screamed in agony. Dense, spiderweb-like cracks