The others were still lost in Jin Bingyun's peerless beauty. Bai Zizai, who had no interest in women, was the first to turn his attention back to the piece of beef Yang Guo was holding. "If you don't want to eat it, don't waste His Highness's goodwill."
As he spoke, he swiftly reached out with his chopsticks. Just as their tips were about to touch the beef, one of Yang Guo's chopsticks suddenly swept across and lightly tapped his. Bai Zizai felt his arm jolt violently and nearly lost his grip. Yang Guo's chopstick had already withdrawn, however, and was once again holding the beef.
Bai Zizai's heart tightened, and he could not help shouting, "What formidable Internal Energy!" He had always considered his Internal Energy exceptional. Though they had separated after a single touch, he could already tell that Yang Guo's Internal Energy was no weaker than his own. He immediately put away his earlier contempt, gripped his chopsticks tightly, and advanced with utmost focus.
This time, he infused his chopsticks with Snow Mountain Swordplay, trying to seize the beef through subtle force. Yet Yang Guo had steeped himself in Jade Maiden Swordplay and Quanzhen Swordplay for years. Later, his Jade Maiden Heart Swordplay had forced even the Golden Wheel Monk into repeated retreat. On top of that, he had comprehended the principle of the Heavy Sword Without an Edge at the Sword Tomb. In swordsmanship alone, there were only a handful in the world who could surpass him. How could Snow Mountain Swordplay possibly compare?
Bai Zizai repeatedly used intricate techniques to close in, but Yang Guo merely shifted the angle of his chopsticks a few times at random, sealing off every possible follow-up move. Bai Zizai's old face flushed crimson with embarrassment.
Still, he was a renowned