Seeing Song Qingshu fall, Pang Ban made his move as well. It was merely a simple punch, yet it was more formidable than any divine weapon. His fist seemed to carry the might of heaven and earth, as though it bore the force of a mountain behind it.
Song Qingshu could also sense a ripple of spiritual power. He knew this was a characteristic of the Dao Heart Seed Demon technique, which excelled at attacking opponents on a spiritual level. If anyone else encountered it, Pang Ban's strange spiritual power would influence them and leave them restrained at every turn. Before the fight even began, defeat would already be assured.
Unfortunately for Pang Ban, Song Qingshu was also skilled in spiritual techniques and was, to a certain extent, immune to one of his greatest advantages. Otherwise, there would have been no need to fight today at all.
When fist and palm met, Song Qingshu's entire body shook. He had fought two Grandmasters in succession, and Pang Ban's timing had been exquisite. That one punch forced him back again. Yet Pang Ban's blood and energy also churned violently, and he stared gravely at the young man, a hint of hesitation appearing in his eyes.
He possesses such cultivation at such a young age. He is truly a peerless genius. If I use someone like him as a Cauldron for the Dao Heart Seed Demon technique, wouldn't I become Number One Under Heaven?
At that thought, his heart suddenly burned with excitement.
Song Qingshu was forced back to where he had been, and Temujin's boundless sea of blood swept forth once more. A Mongol soldier nearby failed to retreat in time and was caught by its edge. With a scream, he instantly turned into a skeleton. Perhaps it was an illusion, but