Chen Youliang did not excel in martial arts. Though the other Nine-Bag Elders were fairly skilled, and Wei Ruolan might normally have been somewhat wary of them, he had just "absorbed" Song Qingshu's entire cultivation and was overflowing with confidence. He believed no hero under heaven could withstand three exchanges with him, so he had no patience to trade words with Chen Youliang and instead used his strengths to attack his opponent's weaknesses.
Seeing him charge over, Chen Youliang hurriedly retreated, though inwardly he was delighted. He shouted, "These people truly harbor ill intentions! Everyone, seize them!"
Those who had been watching from the sidelines instantly sided with Chen Youliang. They roared and rushed forward, but Wei Ruolan's prepared strike was extraordinarily formidable. With a flash of Lingbo Weibu, they all lunged at empty air. Their vision blurred, and their enemy had already appeared before Chen Youliang.
However, the several Nine-Bag Elders beside Chen Youliang had already reacted. They roared and stepped forward to block him.
In almost an instant, the two sides exchanged over a dozen palms. The Staff Leader cried out miserably and flew aside like a kite with a broken string. Whether he lived or died was unknown, but he had undoubtedly lost all ability to fight.
The Enforcement Elder and Palm Bowl Leader both had blood at the corners of their mouths and staggered back several steps. That brief exchange had clearly left them unable to catch their breath. Wei Ruolan tried to press his advantage and subdue them completely, but the Transmission Elder, his face flushed crimson, refused to yield even an inch. He met Wei Ruolan head-on for three palm strikes. Blood spilled from his mouth with every clash, and after three exchanges, the Transmission Elder spat out three mouthfuls of blood. Yet he