Wang Chongyang was, after all, a Grandmaster. He had long noticed the anomaly on the other side, and Zhao Gou's sneak attack on Shi Potian had bought him some time to react. When Huang Shang attacked, he was able to step upon the seven stars and narrowly evade the blow.
Under normal circumstances, the two Grandmasters would certainly have been too proud to gang up on one opponent. But the fate of the realm was at stake, and neither was a rigid pedant. They naturally had no such reservations. Without the slightest hesitation, they attacked Wang Chongyang from the left and right.
Only now did Wang Chongyang finally understand Song Qingshu's suffering. One opponent's inner strength was supremely yin and supple, while the other's was supremely hard and yang. They alternately invaded his meridians, leaving his limbs somewhat numb. The Big Dipper Formation could no longer flow with perfect naturalness.
The two Grandmasters seized the chance to launch a furious assault, and Wang Chongyang immediately fell into a disadvantage. If not for the extraordinary wonder of his Heavenly Dipper Formation, he would likely have been gravely wounded before long. Even so, he could only barely hold on. Given enough time, defeat and death were inevitable.
In truth, against any other two Grandmasters, Wang Chongyang could rely on the marvelous Heavenly Dipper Formation. Though he might not necessarily win, preserving a draw would not have been too difficult. But Huang Shang and the Wine-Drinking Monk's martial arts complemented each other perfectly, displaying the classic effect of one plus one being greater than two.
Meanwhile, Zhao Gou did not intervene in the duel between the three Grandmasters. Instead, he walked step by step toward Prince Yi.
"Y-you, don't come any closer!" Prince Yi was himself a skilled fighter, and he could tell