Ding Chunqiu's martial arts were not particularly outstanding. What people feared most was his skill with poison, along with his incomparably vicious Skill-Dispelling Art. Thus, even Tianshan Tonglao had to exercise some caution.
However, her Tianshan Folding Plum Hand was among the finest grappling techniques in the world. Within a few moves, she had already beaten Ding Chunqiu into a miserable state.
Ding Chunqiu saw countless palm shadows filling his vision and knew that he would be subdued before long. After exchanging more than a dozen moves, he shouted and seized the chance to leap backward out of the battle.
Tianshan Tonglao feared his Skill-Dispelling Art and was unwilling to press the attack before she understood its true nature. Besides, there was someone else she cared about even more!
After forcing Ding Chunqiu back, she immediately looked to the side. Thanks to her reminder, Li Liangzuo had regained his confidence and no longer held back. Li Qiushui was immediately left struggling to fend off his attacks.
"You little bitch, next year today will be the anniversary of your death!" Tianshan Tonglao sneered. No longer bothering with Ding Chunqiu, she lunged straight at Li Qiushui.
Ding Chunqiu's eyes rolled as he tried to take the opportunity to flee, only to be blocked by the sword-wielding four maidservants, Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, Chrysanthemum. With the aid of the Thirty-six Islands and Seventy-two Caves, even though Ding Chunqiu's martial arts were stronger, he still could not escape.
Li Qiushui had never been a match for Tianshan Tonglao to begin with. Now she was severely injured and outnumbered. After only a few exchanges, she was struck in the chest by a palm, breaking several ribs at once.
Had Lingbo Weibu not been so miraculous, she did not know how many times she would have died