Previously, Wang Chongyang had deliberately concealed his identity, and the Five Elders of Quanzhen believed their revered master had died long ago, so they had never considered that possibility. But now that Song Qingshu had forced Wang Chongyang to reveal his true skills, they would have been blind not to recognize him.
However, they did not loudly spread the news. First, they feared affecting their master's duel. Second, since their master had faked his death back then, there had to be a reason. If word of his return from the dead spread, it might interfere with his master's greater plans.
Thinking of their master's peerless divine arts, the Five Elders of Quanzhen were all invigorated. They knew that with him present, no matter how skilled the invading enemies were, they could only return in defeat.
Knowing how rare it was for their master to take action, the Five Elders of Quanzhen focused intently on the battle, hoping to learn even half a move and benefit greatly from it.
Wang Chongyang's footwork was extraordinarily mysterious, vastly different from the ordinary Heavenly Dipper Formation. At first, Qiu Chuji and the others thought it was some new formation their master had developed later. But upon reflection, they understood. The Heavenly Dipper Formation required seven people to operate. If their master used ordinary footwork, how could he wield the Heavenly Dipper Formation alone?
As Wang Chongyang darted back and forth, one person seeming to transform into seven, Song Qingshu—who had remained calm and unruffled until now—was instantly thrown into disarray. The Five Elders of Quanzhen sighed in admiration. Only a genius as stunning as their master could bring the Heavenly Dipper Formation's power to such heights alone.
After all, even if seven people worked together with perfect coordination, it could not compare to one