"Don't!" Huang Rong cried out at the shocking sight. Her feelings were conflicted as well. Back in the Jin Dynasty, she had wanted nothing more than to kill Song Qingshu, but now, she could not bear to see anything happen to him.
Though he heard his daughter's cry, Huang Yaoshi showed no mercy and chopped down with his palm.
Song Qingshu did not panic. He slowly raised his hand, yet struck after and arrived first, using the Flying Catkins Strength from the Nine Yin Manual to divert Huang Yaoshi's palm force aside.
Huang Yaoshi's full-force strike landed on empty air. His blood and qi churned within him, and his breathing stalled. Though it lasted only an instant, that was already enough for Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu seized the chance to counterattack, extending a One Yang Finger toward him. Just as it was about to strike, he was suddenly startled: Huang Yaoshi was such a proud man. His ambiguous situation with Rong'er here was already inappropriate enough. If he sealed Huang Yaoshi's acupoints as well, would he not offend him beyond measure?
Because of that hesitation, Huang Yaoshi had already recovered. His Finger Flicking Divine Skill struck precisely against Song Qingshu's One Yang Finger, and both men shuddered.
"Father, Qingshu, stop!" Huang Rong had hastily dressed behind the coffin by then. She rushed forward, spreading her arms to block the two of them.
Seeing his daughter stand in his way, Huang Yaoshi frowned secretly. He stood with his hands behind his back and did not continue attacking. In truth, he was deeply shocked as well. His opponent could only fight with one hand, and his footwork was restricted, yet he had still matched him evenly?
Back then, after Zhou Botong learned the Nine Yin Manual, he could be called the foremost