Dragon Palace Water Mansion

The river churned furiously, tossing the boats up and down.

The moment they made contact, the Qingcheng Sect seized the upper hand.

Although none of the old monsters from the mountain had come this time, those present were all elite experts—the sect's main force for roaming the outside world.

They had taken part in the previous battle against the Southwestern unorthodox practitioners and were extremely familiar with the terrain here.

Moreover, Ming Shanzi had played a little trick.

After scattering the unorthodox entity that had appeared at the Kan Position, he used the remaining force to form hand seals and guide the dense fog gathered around the Sword Altar toward the river.

Soon, the river's surface was shrouded in thick fog.

The stars and moon gave no light, and their vision was blocked.

In the haze, they could only see flickering human silhouettes and sword flashes. Gloomy red lanterns swayed, while the Divine Firearms spewed fire from time to time.

The Black Feather Guard's advantage was erased.

Although their Divine Firearms were tremendously powerful, their vision was obstructed. In their panic, they could only fire wildly.

Boom!

Flames burst in every direction, and a distant figure was torn apart.

The Black Feather Guard member was delighted, unaware that he had shot an unfortunate unorthodox sorcerer.

Before he could investigate, a pair of large hands thrust out from the fog. The Taoist robes billowed, and the five fingers formed the shape of a crane's beak, the thumb and index finger locking together as they struck his head twice with a pair of thuds.

The Black Feather Guard member's Lianquan and Tiantu acupoints immediately gushed blood. He lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

This was the Qingcheng Sect's Grand Heavenly Crane Grasp, famed for combining hardness and softness to seize, grapple,