Ren Yingying had not been with Song Qingshu for long, but she had seen him fight many times. She had first witnessed him battle Dongfang Bubai on Blackwood Cliff. Back then, though his martial arts had been formidable, they were still within the bounds of comprehension. But every time she saw him afterward—whether at the Golden Snake Assembly or when he had tricked her into going through a wedding ceremony—his martial arts had grown ever more powerful. She could no longer even glimpse his retreating figure.
Especially on several occasions when Song Qingshu had held her in one arm while fending off a host of enemies with the other, that effortless, unrestrained poise had left an indelible impression on her.
No matter how skilled Murong Bo and Murong Fu were, they could not surpass Shaolin's Xuan Cheng or Master Fangzheng, much less Wudang's Zhang Sanfeng. Song Qingshu could handle even those men, so naturally he could handle the Murong father and son.
Seeing Ren Yingying remain so calm, Huang Rong came to her senses as well. It was not as though she had never seen Song Qingshu fight before, so why had she been so nervous? Was it because concern had muddled her judgment?
At that moment, the battle in the courtyard changed again. Murong Bo and Murong Fu practiced martial arts of the same lineage, and when the two joined forces, their power achieved an effect far greater than one plus one. Even Song Qingshu was beginning to find them difficult to handle.
Seeing the tide gradually turn back in their favor, Murong Bo was overjoyed. "Song, don't be so arrogant just because you achieved success at a young age."
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu snorted. Suddenly, his figure vanished into thin air. The next instant, he reappeared between