"Eh?" Seeing the other man's entire body glow purple, Song Qingshu's first thought was Mount Hua Sect's Purple Cloud Divine Skill. But he quickly dismissed the idea. The Purple Cloud Divine Skill was relatively upright and gentle, whereas this opponent's technique was far more tyrannical and domineering.
Zhong Zhongyou pressed his attack relentlessly. The shockwaves from his fists, kicks, and weapon pulverized the nearby tables and chairs, forcing Song Qingshu to dodge without pause.
Seeing Zhong Zhongyou's imposing bearing and apparent overwhelming advantage, the Heavenly Mandate Cult members were greatly encouraged and shouted their praise for him.
In contrast, the Madam of the Dual Cultivation Manor and the Princess watched the battle with worried expressions, afraid that something might happen to Song Qingshu.
Zhong Zhongyou, however, was ecstatic. He thought that he had truly frightened himself earlier. Though this mysterious man's martial arts were formidable, they were not unimaginably so. He had wounded several experts in succession just now, so his true qi must have been greatly depleted. He was probably no longer a match for him.
With that in mind, Zhong Zhongyou's assault grew even fiercer. He brought out one hundred and twenty percent of his usual strength in the Seventy-two Forms of Heavenly Demon Hand. At the same time, Leng Yan's God Snatching Thorn was incomparably sinister, stabbing toward vital points across Song Qingshu's body from all manner of bizarre angles.
Yet Song Qingshu was secretly amazed. The martial arts of the demonic sects were indeed somewhat extraordinary. Although he did not know that this attack technique was the Seventy-two Forms of Heavenly Demon Hand, he could still tell that it was an exceptionally profound martial art.
Compared to the upright and peaceful martial arts of the righteous path, which hid compassion and left others a way out