Above Hanging Temple, within Subduing Dragon Temple.
The sect disciples who had witnessed Zhang Longxiang send Liang Qu flying, then watched Liang Qu drag his badly damaged body and forcibly walk out of the boiling lake, stood dumbstruck.
They could not understand it, but they were utterly shaken! That miserable sight was enough to give them nightmares tonight! Yet—
The most unyielding fist.
The most yang lake!
Seeing Reclining Elephant Lake boiling, the illustrious Earl Xingyi seemed to have gained some extraordinary opportunity. The still-young disciples all turned their eyes toward their elders, only to find the elders looking at one another.
The small sects and minor schools.
They did not understand either.
Many Elders had only reached Hunting Tiger, still far below Liang Qu's realm. What a Martial Saint did was even more beyond their comprehension.
Only the seniors of the Five Great True Lineages residing within Hanging Temple barely understood a little. They saw a few clues and were secretly alarmed.
Feng Ying, Cave Heaven Court Sword Child, looked toward the leader of this expedition, hoping for an answer. "Elder..."
The Cave Heaven Court Elder rubbed his brow. "Feng Ying—not just Feng Ying, but all of you. Do you know how Reclining Elephant Lake boiled just now?"
"A fire-element Myriad Forms Martial Arts? Or perhaps Earl Xingyi's qi sea trait?" someone answered.
"I have never heard that Earl Xingyi consumed fire-element Long Qi or cultivated fire-element techniques. He serves at the River Conservancy Office—I recall his Long Qi being water-element, no?"
The Elder did not answer. He turned to Feng Ying.
"Since Elder asks this, the answer cannot be so simple. It is more likely vastly different from what we imagine." Feng Ying shook his head and pondered for a moment. "I guess it was intent. He boiled