What Was That Sage's Eye Looking At?
Thinking of WF's words, Song Shuhang recalled several networks.
The Black Dragon Network, the Merit Network, and Senior White also had a higher-level network. The last time he added himself as a friend through his "Merit QR Code," he had to switch networks before the request would go through.
Then whose network was Fat Ball's method of remote control using?
Was there any way to cut off its network?
The moment Song Shuhang had that thought, the Confucian Sage's Shadow of Obsession, which was in a state of unity with him, received his information.
The Sage's left hand was still pressed against Fat Ball's incarnation's head. Powerful energy continuously gathered in his palm, then exploded and ravaged Fat Ball's handsome face.
This move—first smearing energy across the face, then exploding it—made Song Shuhang realize he could learn a rudimentary version of it. He knew Palm Thunder! The next time he encountered an enemy, if he could get close and slap one hand against the enemy's face, he could imitate the Sage, unleashing destructive bursts from his palm and blasting the enemy's face with Palm Thunder.
At the same time, the Confucian Sage's right hand moved rapidly, writing one Confucian Script after another in the void.
This time, it was not as exaggerated as Ten Thousand Characters in One Thought, but the speed was still comparable to a printer's.
Before Fat Ball could react, the countless Confucian Scripts written by the Sage's right hand flipped around and transformed into a dragon of words that coiled around Fat Ball.
The next moment, Song Shuhang felt his spirit ascend—it was as thrilling as riding Senior White's Disposable Flying Sword series into the sky.
Just as Song Shuhang could hardly keep himself from crying out, that feeling