With no time to think, Huang Xiao shot toward Lu Ting with a whoosh. As for the Black-Robed Envoy, Huang Xiao had no time to spare for him. If he escaped, so be it.
"Hahaha! You stinking beggar, you think you can fight this Dharma Master? You simply don't know your own limits. I never thought you'd crumble when I showed just a little of my true strength. They all say your Beggar Gang is the greatest gang in the Great Song, but now it looks utterly ordinary. Could it be that all you people of the Great Song have nothing but empty reputations?" Batou Dharma Master laughed.
"Pfft!" After steadying himself, Lu Ting spat out a mouthful of dark, clotted blood, then sneered. "It's not your place to pass judgment on our gang. Hmph, and don't think I didn't notice-you put everything you had into that palm strike. How was that showing just a little strength? Aren't you thinking rather too highly of yourself? If it really was only a fraction of your strength, why were you secretly regulating your breathing just now? In that time, you could have come over and killed me. Clearly, it wasn't that you didn't want to kill me, but that you simply lacked the strength."
Batou Dharma Master's expression turned somewhat ugly. Lu Ting was right. After sending Lu Ting flying with that palm strike, his Internal Power had indeed faltered for a time, which was why he had laughed and mocked Lu Ting. He had also used the opportunity to swiftly regulate his breathing in secret, calming the somewhat unstable energy within him.
Batou Dharma Master exhaled. Although his expression was somewhat ugly, he said coldly, "In just a few more palm strikes, this Dharma Master can kill you beneath his palm.