Song Qingshu was greatly alarmed and instinctively wanted to strike back, but he immediately remembered that he was currently posing as Water Moon Great Sect Master. He forcibly suppressed the urge to use his own martial arts, drew the Water Moon Saber directly, and recalled Water Moon Great Sect Master's footwork as he slashed a streak of cold moonlight toward the darkness before him.
Yet no matter how bright the moon was, it could not illuminate the darkness of the cosmos. A brilliant bloom of light erupted from the Water Moon Saber, then swiftly faded away into endless darkness.
The distorted light around them gradually returned to normal, and only then did everyone see what had happened in the center. Sky-Connecting Shaman's hand had already landed on Water Moon Great Sect Master's shoulder.
Sky-Connecting Shaman's eyes narrowed slightly. He had clearly intended to strike the top of his opponent's head, but at the final instant, the other man had shifted by half an inch, leaving him able to restrain only his shoulder. It seemed this Water Moon Great Sect Master truly had some skill.
"Cult Master's divine arts are indeed unrivaled!" Quite a few followers of the Shaman Cult in the royal tent cheered when they saw him subdue his opponent in a single move.
The other experts echoed their praise. The cultivation he had displayed in that instant had been far too terrifying. Had it been them, they did not know whether they could have evaded it.
With the atmosphere having reached this point, Sky-Connecting Shaman could hardly slap his own face by admitting that his attack had failed to achieve its intended result. He withdrew his hand, coughed dryly, and said, "Great Sect Master, your martial arts are indeed formidable. Since that Fu Cailin was able to defeat