Liu Dacheng remained perfectly calm as Han Qing closed in. He swiftly struck out with a palm, and Han Qing naturally did not dodge, meeting his palm head-on.
Although Han Qing had never fought Qiu Kui back then, he knew Qiu Kui's cultivation method and strength very well. He knew the Yin Demon Divine Skill was extraordinary, a wondrous art without equal in the world, but this little eunuch was still young. What could he amount to even if he had practiced it?
With a bang, Han Qing's expression changed drastically. He involuntarily staggered back three steps. Before he could steady himself, Liu Dacheng, who had retreated one step, pushed off hard and charged at Han Jing.
"Impossible!" Han Qing had never expected to come off worse in his exchange with Liu Dacheng. His opponent's true qi was somewhat peculiar, extraordinarily yin and yielding, making it difficult for him to neutralize at once.
"Why is it impossible? An elder of the Taixuan Sect! I, Liu Dacheng, am truly honored to exchange blows with an expert like you. I hope you won't disappoint me too much!" Liu Dacheng sneered.
By the time he finished speaking, he had already reached Han Qing. This time, instead of a palm strike, Liu Dacheng threw a punch.
Hmph, does he really think I'm no match for him? Han Qing sneered inwardly. He had indeed come off worse just now, but that did not mean he was no match for Liu Dacheng.
"You're courting death!" Han Qing barked coldly.
With that cold shout, Han Qing struck his right palm at Liu Dacheng's fist.
"Argh!" The moment Han Qing's supremely confident palm strike touched Liu Dacheng's fist, he let out a scream.
Han Qing hurtled backward, his left hand tightly gripping his right wrist. Blood drenched his