Just as Jiumozhi was about to seize Duan Yu, a fist suddenly blocked his shoulder. He felt as though his force had struck a ball of cotton and could not help but start in alarm. He hurriedly dodged aside and saw an elderly man with white hair and a youthful complexion standing beside Duan Yu—it was Zhou Botong from earlier.
"What kind of skill is bullying juniors? If you have the guts, fight me." Zhou Botong was feeling rather frustrated as well. He had just suffered quite a loss at Song Qingshu's hands, but with several great experts surrounding him over there, he could not bring himself to gang up on one man. Seeing what was happening here, he stepped in to save Duan Yu.
"Thank you for saving me, Senior," Duan Yu said hurriedly, still shaken.
"No need, no need. I owe your Duan family a favor anyway." Zhou Botong waved his hand, unwilling to say more, then leaped over and began fighting Jiumozhi.
Glancing at the situation over there, Song Qingshu's expression darkened slightly. Looking at the people who kept pestering him, he said, "In that case, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Sensing wind gathering around him, Xuan Ci and Xu Zhu's expressions changed. They had experienced his devastating sword qi before. Back then, the Shaolin experts had nearly all fallen to his hand; how could the two of them alone withstand it now?
The two hurriedly leaped out of the battle, each employing their greatest techniques to protect themselves. But this left Master Yideng in a miserable position. He had originally only been assisting from the side, yet now he had to face Song Qingshu head-on.
Feeling an unprecedented sense of danger, Master Yideng did not dare be careless. He activated the Innate Skill and