"Interesting. That fist technique of yours is very interesting!"
Just as everyone at the valley entrance was marveling at Xu Taiping's last punch, Goshu Miu suddenly fixed a greedy stare on him and shouted in utter excitement.
He gave the impression of a tomb robber who had discovered a treasure trove.
"That old thief Goshu has already developed a covetous desire for Brother Rusty Lion's fist technique. He will pursue him relentlessly in the days to come, so whether he wins or loses, this contest will do Brother Rusty Lion no good."
Watching Goshu Miu's face, filled with greed and fervor, in the projection of the Haotian Mirror, Ye Chensha remained grave.
His implication was that even with such comprehension and fist techniques, Xu Taiping still should have avoided this contest.
"Taiping couldn't possibly have overlooked that."
At this, Fairy Lingyue first shook her head, then said:
"And since he insists on doing it despite knowing he shouldn't, whatever he seeks behind it must be worth the price."
After seeing Xu Taiping's mastery of the power of Blood Qi tempering, as well as his progress in the Great Sage Fist, she had dismissed her earlier conjecture. She was certain that his contest with Goshu Miu was not a reckless act, but a carefully considered decision.
"Boom!..."
As the two spoke, the power of Blood Qi and True Essence within Goshu Miu surged once more. The violent fluctuations of his aura made even the projection cast by the Haotian Mirror tremble.
At the same time, the sixteen palm shadows formed from his Thousand Mountains Palm Force, which had been striking at Xu Taiping incessantly, suddenly merged in pairs as they struck at him again. They ultimately became eight solid palm shadows wreathed in golden halos, which smashed heavily down at Xu