"You little brat, who asked for your help?" Hearing the gloating in his voice, Tianshan Tonglao gritted her teeth and unleashed several exquisitely subtle moves of the Tianshan Folding Plum Hand. Though she failed to seize their weapons, she tangled them together, greatly easing the pressure on herself.
Yet the island and cavern masters were not alarmed but delighted. They had only watched Daoist Buping fight her before. Although Tianshan Tonglao had seemed somewhat disheveled, they had worried that she might be deliberately showing weakness. Now that they had exchanged blows with her themselves, they saw her use such exquisite techniques—moves that would have killed them long ago under normal circumstances. Yet she could only use clever force to guide their weapons into colliding with one another. This proved that something truly was wrong with her inner strength.
"The old crone really has lost her power! Everyone, get her!" Their spirits soared as they intensified their attacks.
Song Qingshu watched clearly from the tree and could not help shaking his head. "If you still refuse to ask me for help, you could lose your life at any moment. Who would have thought that the great Tianshan Tonglao would die at the hands of a few insignificant nobodies? It would be a laughingstock if word got out in the martial world."
Daoist Buping was furious. Where had this bastard come from, speaking so arrogantly? Though none of them could claim to shake the martial world, each of them was still a dominant figure in his own domain. Yet they had become insignificant nobodies in that young man's mouth. Who did he think he was?
Unfortunately, Tianshan Tonglao's accumulated prestige was too great. Even though it was obvious that she had lost her strength, they still did not dare let down their