Yao Qingsong could wait no longer. He strode forward, cracking the flagstones beneath his feet as the blood and qi of the Hundred Refinements Fifth Layer surged through him. He swung a palm at Qin Jue's face.
The strike sent out a wave of scorching air. It was Blazing Palm, which he had practiced for years.
"Die!"
Yao Qingsong's face twisted into a vicious sneer. He had never forgotten the humiliation of being sent flying by Qin Jue's sword scabbard at the gate last time.
Now, he had his chance.
Yet Qin Jue didn't draw his sword. He gripped the scabbard in his right hand, kept his left hand behind his back, and shifted his feet slightly. Yao Qingsong's palm missed.
"Hm?" Yao Qingsong froze, then flew into a rage. "You bastard, you're not even drawing your sword? Who are you looking down on?"
Qin Jue tilted his head and replied casually, "I don't need to draw my sword to deal with you."
His words sent a stir through the crowd.
The Second Branch fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, has this kid been scared witless?"
"Not drawing his sword? Who does he think he is?"
"Qingsong, quit wasting your breath and beat him to death!"
Yao Qingsong's face turned liver-red, the veins at his temples throbbing. He had swaggered around Qingqiu since he was a child. When had anyone ever humiliated him like this? Last time, Qin Jue had caught him off guard. This time, he was doing it in front of the entire clan!
"I'll tear you apart!"
Yao Qingsong roared and thrust both palms forward. His palm strikes swept toward Qin Jue, wrapped in waves of heat. This time, he held nothing back, driving the blood and qi within him to its limit.