At that moment, Shi Xiangyun's feelings were extremely complicated. On one hand, Song Qingshu had come here with them after all, and she subconsciously did not want anything to happen to him. On the other hand, he had been captured and drained of his Internal Energy because of her. Otherwise, with his renowned cultivation, even an attack like this would not have endangered him.
As she struggled with herself, Shi Xiangyun suddenly widened her eyes. Song Qingshu had actually reached a hand out from the Immortal Binding Rope. Facing the three charging Nine-Bag Elders, he pulled, pushed, and pressed. The three elders staggered apart in different directions, their faces pale and their true qi in turmoil. They had clearly suffered serious internal injuries, and the encirclement was instantly broken.
It was not just Shi Xiangyun who was dumbfounded; even the Beggar's Clan members felt dizzy. The Transmission Elder, Enforcement Elder, Palm Bowl Leader, and Club Holding Leader were among the strongest martial artists in the entire Beggar's Clan. Aside from the occasional peerless genius of a clan leader—someone like Qiao Feng, for example—an ordinary clan leader might not necessarily surpass the Transmission Elder.
Everyone had seen the power of their joint attack just now. The once-arrogant Wei Ruolan had been beaten half to death, yet when these three faced Song Qingshu, they were defeated in a single move.
Even the dazed Wei Ruolan looked over. When he saw Song Qingshu injure three Nine-Bag Elders in one move, his pupils contracted. "How is that possible? Didn't I drain away your Internal Energy?"
Song Qingshu gave him an indifferent glance. "That was only your wishful thinking. We'll settle our accounts later."
Ignoring him, he stared directly at Chen Youliang in the distance and sneered. "You made it impossible for me to remain