The words were modest, but beneath them lay absolute confidence.
Before Tang Changsheng appeared, Li Qinghe had been hailed as a dazzling genius. His cultivation had reached roughly the Illusory Spirit realm.
In the Age of Dharma's Decline, that was astonishing. He was known as the greatest master alive, and pride ran deep in his bones.
Now, as a wisp of Wishfire came at him, he neither dodged nor retreated. "Extinguish!"
He pointed the Million-Soul Banner, and a strand of Gray Aura coiled around the Wishfire, snuffing it out.
Excellent!
Tang Changsheng praised him inwardly. Li Qinghe was no ordinary opponent. Wishfire was the natural bane of Vow Power and Ghost Creatures—the very things that made up the Million-Soul Banner.
Yet Li Qinghe had not dodged. He had used the Million-Soul Banner to extinguish Tang Changsheng's Wishfire outright. Clearly, he had no intention of accepting a place beneath Tang Changsheng.
With that thought, Tang Changsheng put away the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp. He could have used his vast reserves of Sky Silver to produce endless Wishfire and wear Li Qinghe down bit by bit.
But Tang Changsheng was just as proud. He wanted to test the man who had been called the greatest master before him.
Li Qinghe plainly understood the gesture. Light flickered in his eyes as he watched Tang Changsheng closely. Then he stepped forward without warning and struck first, driving a palm toward Tang Changsheng's chest.
Before the blow could land or the Palm Thunder could erupt, his hand slipped. The space ahead had suddenly turned slick as ice, sending his palm sliding off course.
Alarmed, Li Qinghe hurried to steady himself. But an opposing force caught him and pulled, throwing him completely off balance. He nearly spun around.
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