However, Ji Rushuang used claw techniques. They looked fierce and ruthless, and the chill she stirred moved along with her claw strikes.
Meng Zhao, on the other hand, used a kind of sleeve force. With a sweep of his broad sleeve, it was as though a mass of grim, icy cold drifted through the air, transforming into icicles as tough as hardened iron that shot out with whooshes and buried themselves in the hard snow.
And this likewise did not use his own true qi. It was a method formed by combining the Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique, and it was exceedingly formidable.
It was equivalent to wielding Worldly Power without yet becoming a grandmaster.
"This... Young Hero truly is brilliantly intelligent, with astonishing comprehension."
Ji Rushuang covered her little mouth in shock. Her martial arts were not worth mentioning compared to Meng Zhao's, but because she understood this martial art and had even observed the true essence of this ultimate technique, she had delved deeply into this path. She could see that Meng Zhao had comprehended the spirit and true meaning behind her claw strike, then altered it and displayed it through a sleeve technique.
She had only ever encountered someone of such peerless talent in storybooks and storytellers' tales. This was the first time she had met one in real life, and the shock it brought was naturally beyond compare.
At the same time, she suddenly understood. No wonder this Young Hero had attained such terrifying martial cultivation at so young an age.
In the distance, the bald strong man, who had likewise been secretly watching Meng Zhao and Ji Rushuang, witnessed this scene and drew a sharp breath. Never mind whether the Heavenly King he regarded as a living god was stronger than Meng Zhao—talent like this, being