Sensing the meaning in his gaze, Tianshan Tonglao flew into a rage. "Brat, you're courting death!" Her figure flashed, and she struck at the crown of his head with a palm, showing no mercy. She had clearly been truly angered.
Song Qingshu felt a fierce gust rush at his face and did not dare take her lightly. He hurriedly circulated his power and met her palm with one of his own. With a thunderous boom, Song Qingshu swayed, while Tianshan Tonglao flipped backward through the air.
One had his feet planted on the earth, drawing upon the strength of the solid ground, while the other held the high ground and used the advantage of the air. Their exchange ended evenly matched.
"I have long heard that the Tianshan Six Yang Palm has a move called Yang Ge Tian Jun, which can unleash a devastating strike when used in fury. Seeing it today, its reputation is well deserved," Song Qingshu praised.
"Just which old monster are you?" Tianshan Tonglao stared at him, startled and uncertain.
Song Qingshu's breath caught, and he said gloomily, "I wouldn't dare call myself old before Tonglao." Yelü Nanxian had already been in a terrible mood lately, and after encountering all this today, her face had seemed as cold as ice. Yet when she heard his words, she recalled how she herself had initially suspected Tianshan Tonglao of being an old monster. Now the tables had turned, and Tianshan Tonglao was the one accusing someone else of being an old monster. The absurd reversal made her unable to suppress a smile.
Tianshan Tonglao examined him carefully, shaking her head as she did so. "Our Xiaoyao School has always been mysterious, and few in the world know anything about us, much less our martial arts in such detail.