Just as the Girl in Red had done at first, Song Qingshu thrust out his palm. The instant it met the beggars, he felt a tremendous force surge toward him.
Song Qingshu nodded to himself. The Beggar's Clan clearly did not have many true experts, yet it had stood firm in the martial world for so many years and become one of its foremost sects. It indeed had some tricks up its sleeve. This Solid Wall Formation bore a resemblance to the joint attack methods of the tantric sects.
Though he had never fought the Five Freaks of Tibet, he had dealt with the tantric experts of Prince Ruyang's Mansion, so he was well qualified to judge. The tantric sects used secret arts to stack everyone's cultivation onto one person. The Beggar's Clan's Solid Wall Formation could not combine inner strength so deftly, but it made up for that shortcoming with body weight and the momentum of a charge. Its effect was therefore not much worse.
Of course, with Song Qingshu's current cultivation, even a dozen or so skilled Beggar's Clan members working together could not trouble him. With a burst of force, he could have left them with broken bones or grievous injuries. But since the whole matter had been caused by the Girl in Red's own recklessness, he had no desire to hurt anyone. He instead used a technique of adhesion, guiding the force of their charge backward. The group instantly lost their balance and stumbled toward his rear, only to crash into another team charging from behind him that could not stop in time. They collided in pairs, sending everyone sprawling.
In the blink of an eye, a large number had fallen, and the Solid Wall Formation naturally could no longer be maintained. The Eight-Bag Elder was