Qiu Qianren knew that Ouyang Feng had always been proud and arrogant. Seeing him actually take the initiative to join forces against their enemy, he was immediately filled with doubt. Still, he chose to trust Ouyang Feng's judgment and stepped forward with him, forming a pincer with Song Qingshu and faintly surrounding Wang Chongyang in the middle.
Wang Chongyang glanced at him and said coldly, "The former leader of the Iron Palm Gang, Shangguan Jiannan, was a true hero who devoted his life to resisting the Jurchen. Yet his successor became the Jurchens' lackey! Very well. Today, I'll clean house for Shangguan Jiannan while I'm at it."
Qiu Qianren was, after all, the head of a sect. He flew into a rage at those words. "Aren't you afraid the wind will cut your tongue?"
Wang Chongyang snorted coldly. The sound rang in Qiu Qianren's ears and shook his spirit. His vision blurred, and Wang Chongyang had already appeared before him. In his haste, he did not even have time to react.
"Your opponent is me. Why trouble anyone else?"
At the critical moment, Song Qingshu appeared between them, deflecting Wang Chongyang's attack and pulling Qiu Qianren back several yards.
"Hm?" Wang Chongyang did not pursue them. Instead, he looked at Song Qingshu in surprise. "I thought your martial arts were already impressive enough, but it seems your lightness skill is even more remarkable."
"Your lightness skill is no slouch either." Song Qingshu smiled faintly and used a gentle force from his palm to push Qiu Qianren toward Ouyang Feng. "The two of you can watch from the side. Leave this man to me."
Only then did Qiu Qianren come back to his senses. Recalling everything that had happened in that flash of lightning, his face turned deathly pale. He had