Opportunities to witness masters of this caliber exchange blows were exceedingly rare. The many experts around them stared wide-eyed at the scene. The Golden Wheel Monk secretly sighed. No wonder Zhou Botong had moved through the Mongol Empire camp as though no one were there. Such skill was truly terrifying. But now that I have mastered the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, it is still unknown who would prevail if I faced him.
But then his eyes suddenly widened. Song Qingshu merely extended his palm and gave a gentle push, sending Zhou Botong flying more than ten feet away, as though the sky-filling barrage of fist shadows from moments ago had never existed.
"What kind of move was that? Dragon Ascending to Heaven? Wudang Cotton Palm? Or perhaps the Great Demon Subduing Fist?" The Golden Wheel Monk had fought Song Qingshu several times, and he had also watched Mongol Empire experts duel him, so he was quite familiar with the styles of his martial arts. Yet this time, he was truly baffled. What kind of palm technique was that? He could not see it at all. It looked like nothing more than an ordinary person's push, but how could an ordinary push possibly withstand Zhou Botong's Left-Right Mutual Combat?
His cultivation was profound enough, but he was somewhat lacking in technical mastery, so he could not discern its secrets for the moment.
Tianshan Tonglao, however, revealed a strange expression. "I never expected him to have reached such a realm. He has reduced complexity to simplicity. Losing to him would not be unjust."
Even Jiumozhi could only smile bitterly. He had come to the Central Plains full of ambition. Though he had indeed made a great name for himself, compared with Song Qingshu, he still fell far short. At first, he had