Finger wind and sword qi collided, quickly dissipating into nothingness. Master Yideng pressed his palms together. "Benefactor Song, this is ultimately an internal matter between Shaolin and the Deaf-Mute Sect. Spare others when you can."
Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow. He had just been dealing with Zhou Botong's full-force assault while also fending off the stones Xuan Ci had fired at him, so the sword qi he released had naturally been somewhat weakened. Besides, Master Yideng's One Yang Finger was unrivaled under heaven; it was only natural that it could neutralize it.
But seeing that Xuan Cheng had already entered the house, he had no interest in trading words. With a flash, he appeared at the cave entrance. Xuan Ci and Xu Zhu had long been waiting there, and the moment they saw him approach, they unleashed their ultimate techniques against him.
Song Qingshu also found this troublesome. Both Xuan Ci and Xu Zhu were among the finest masters in the world, and with them guarding this narrow entrance, he could not get through for the moment. Left with no choice, he stretched out his long arms, taking advantage of the gaps in their attacks to seize their arms and yank them into the clearing, exposing the entrance.
"Amitabha!" Master Kurong was acquainted with the Shaolin monks and was also friends with Wuyazi. He had already been somewhat displeased by Song Qingshu's "interference" with the Zhenlong Chess Game. Now, seeing Xuan Ci and Xu Zhu's arms caught, he feared for their safety and hurriedly sent a One Yang Finger strike toward Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu's expression darkened. Many did not even see how he had attacked; they only saw Zen Master Kurong grunt and retreat from the battle.
Master Yideng had just experienced how profound his opponent's martial arts were.