Ouyang Feng's rampage through Chongyang Palace had happened more than a decade, perhaps even two decades ago. Very few third-generation disciples had ever seen him fight, much less these Daoists.
Although the long-bearded Daoist could not recognize the Toad Skill, he could clearly sense the other man's aura growing ever stronger, the terrifying pressure increasing by the moment. He hurriedly shouted, "Don't let him keep gathering force! Everyone attack together and interrupt him!"
The Daoists answered in unison. The forty-nine men of the Dipper Formation on the left attacked Ouyang Feng's left side, while the forty-nine on the right attacked his right, attempting to defeat him with the combined strength of ninety-eight men.
Ouyang Feng sneered inwardly. The greatest feature of the Toad Skill was using stillness to counter movement. It gathered strength throughout the body, storing power without releasing it. The instant an enemy attacked, it unleashed an incomparably fierce counterforce. For them to charge in without knowing their limits was simply courting death.
As the forty-nine Daoists on the left and the forty-nine on the right exerted their strength and rushed toward him, Ouyang Feng kicked off with both legs. With a thunderous bang, the two sides' forces collided. The Daoists within the formation either had their swords snapped and arms injured, or spat blood, and all of them tumbled to the ground.
The long-bearded Daoist directing the formation reacted quickly and hastily stopped around thirty men. Though they avoided broken bones and vomiting blood like their companions, they were still left in a miserable state.
He had once believed Chongyang Palace, with its Dipper Formation, to be invincible under heaven. Only now did he realize there were always greater heights beyond greater heights, greater people beyond greater people. He knew his group was no match for the