Outside Luyang City.
Under a pavilion by the road, Tong Shihong watched the Peacekeeping Gang bustling in the distance and said nothing.
Qiu Muqian stood beside him, just as silent.
After hearing the story of the old man who ate noodles and slew Taotie with a sword, the two of them had sought confirmation from more than a dozen people. Every account matched. Since then, they had been stuck in this state.
"Uncle Tong, are you no longer confident you can deal with Feng Qi?" Qiu Muqian couldn't help asking.
Tong Shihong's brows twitched a few times. "Everyone has a weakness, and the Heavenly Demon is no exception. Looking at all of Feng Qi's battles, he always launches sneak attacks from behind. From that, we can conclude that his front is his weak point. As long as we don't give him an opening to get behind us, we can still take him down.
"But to deal with Feng Qi, we must first kill Wang San. His voice can disrupt people's minds, and once your mind is thrown into disarray during a fight, defeat is all but certain. We still don't know what abilities Feng Zhong has. Niece Muqian, the Heavenly Demons are strange and unpredictable. We need to think this through carefully and not act in haste..."
After listening to his lengthy speech, Qiu Muqian said, "Uncle Tong, if Feng Qi always attacks from behind, couldn't we protect our vital points with a heart mirror? I've only been gone for three days, and Feng Qi has already grown this powerful. If we let him keep growing, who in the martial world will be able to stop him? He clearly intends to swallow up the entire martial world."
"Muqian, I understand what you mean. But when experts clash, the slightest difference