Huang Shang stepped forward and stood between them, preventing Song Qingshu from pressing his advantage. At the same time, he exclaimed in amazement, "This is the Xiaoyao School's Sound Transmission Soul Searching technique? You've actually brought it to such a level."
Song Qingshu ignored him and instead cupped his hands toward the Wine-Drinking Monk. "Thank you, Senior, for showing mercy just now." If the other man had not deliberately held back, A'ke would likely have perished by now.
The Wine-Drinking Monk shook his head. "I got carried away in the heat of battle and failed to notice that this young lady was beside us, causing her to suffer such serious injuries. How could I make the same mistake twice?"
By then, he had caught his breath. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he asked curiously, "Compared to the Xiaoyao School's Sound Transmission Soul Searching technique, I am more curious about those two lines you spoke just now—neither quite poetry nor quite a Buddhist verse. Where did they come from?"
Techniques such as sonic arts were easy to learn but difficult to master. As long as one's internal energy was strong enough, one could use methods like the Lion's Roar Skill to injure enemies. However, such methods could generally only deal with opponents whose internal energy was far inferior. Against masters of equal standing, the crude Lion's Roar Skill was of little use. At that point, one needed a more profound technique.
Advanced sonic arts could not unleash their greatest power merely by shouting a few words at random. The words had to conform to a particular rhythm so they could reinforce one's internal energy and amplify their power to the utmost. After thousands of years of refinement, Buddhism had developed the Six-Character Great Ming Mantra, which best