A clear clang rang out around them.
Those who knew nothing of martial arts stared at one another, having seen neither side make a move.
Only some of the martial artists clearly sensed the exchange between the two just now.
Though the monk was young, he could already protect his body with true qi.
He effortlessly blocked his opponent's strike.
The monk did not stop walking, but continued forward.
In Li Ping'an's perception, a faint layer of golden light appeared over the monk, carrying a force of utmost hardness.
Clang, clang, clang!
The two forces collided with a muffled, thunderous boom, sending out ring after ring of force.
Even the monk's shoulders trembled slightly from the impact. Then, as though a tremendous force were pushing him, he took a step back.
The monk steadied his mind and continued forward.
He walked until he was less than half a step from the sedan chair.
A hot current surged out of his meridians, and then his body suddenly stiffened.
A bone-piercing chill struck him, and he toppled rigidly to the ground.
"Go find Old Wang, the physician on West Street. Your meridians can still be saved within two hours."
For the first time, the Western Regions Swordsman's voice came from inside the sedan chair.
The monk Changqing forced himself to his feet. A long, alarming gash marked his arm.
"Thank you for showing mercy, benefactor."
With that, he turned and slowly left.
This time, no one else dared step forward to challenge him. A long while passed.
The four servants carried the sedan chair away to the east.
The spectators dispersed as well.
Presumably, the scene that had unfolded today would soon spread through every street and alley.
Still eager for more, Fat Jun and the others wanted to visit Wang Yi's