Tu Pianpian admitted defeat. She had witnessed the Dragon King's martial arts, so she had never intended to defeat him from the outset. Still, she had not expected someone so young to possess such formidable Internal Force.
"What domineering power. This old woman admits her inferiority." Looking at the Dragon King's unnaturally pale face, Tu Pianpian added, "Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but although the Dragon King's power is strong, it seems somewhat unstable. You should still be careful."
Tu Pianpian had put it rather tactfully. The Dragon King's power was more than merely unstable—it was practically surging like storm-tossed waves, rising and falling unpredictably. Had she not experienced it herself, Tu Pianpian would never have believed it had come from the same person.
"I'll be careful." Gu Shenwei steadied himself, and under everyone's gaze, his complexion returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
Everyone was astonished. The Dragon King had clearly shown signs of being unable to hold on, so why had Tu Pianpian conceded at that moment? And how had the Dragon King recovered so quickly? What strange Internal Force technique was this?
Only Old Man Mu vaguely guessed the reason. With a laugh, he said, "Old Dog, even the Kongtong Sect's Valley God Palm can't contain this power. Are you convinced?"
"My senior sister already conceded. What do I have to be unconvinced about?"
Tu Gou had no desire to compete for supremacy, robbing Old Man Mu of much of his fun.
Tu Pianpian turned and shouted to Luo Qikang, "The Kongtong Sect has already conceded. Now it's up to your Luo Family Manor. Whether our hundred-plus people kneel or not is for you to decide."
Without another word, Luo Qikang untied the long sword from his waist, thrust it, scabbard and all,