Follow me, and one day I will let you dig up a Jiang Clan imperial tomb to vent your fury over your entire family's execution

Li Kerang scrambled up, retrieved his heavy lance, and took his stance. His feet crossed as he charged fiercely forward. Wang Chong tossed aside his spear, drew the Folding Fan from his sleeve, and flicked it open. With just a gentle guiding motion, he sent the lance thrust wide, closed in, and pressed a palm against Li Kerang's chest. Nine layers of palm force crashed into him, knocking the fierce warrior sprawling.

In a charge between two armies, Li Kerang's valor would have been unstoppable, but Wang Chong was an old hand at this sort of duel on foot. Moreover, he wielded his Grandmaster Realm martial arts with effortless freedom, exploiting Li Kerang's eagerness to win to trick him into wasting a move.

After hearing that this man was Li Geshu's son, Wang Chong no longer particularly wanted to kill him.

He had put no real force into that Nine-Headed Fire Dragon Flash, merely pushing the man over.

Li Kerang scrambled up again, beside himself with rage. Without even retrieving his lance, he charged in with his fists and feet.

This time, Wang Chong put away the Folding Fan as well and used the Wudang Direct Lineage's Flowing Cloud Palm. After twelve exchanges, he struck Li Kerang squarely in the back with a palm, sending him sprawling once more.

Still unconvinced, Li Kerang summoned his courage and attacked again. They fought for four to six hours, and Wang Chong defeated him forty or fifty times. At last, he sat on the ground, panting heavily, and refused to get up again.

Wang Chong asked, "Will you join me?"

Li Kerang asked, "Are you Wen Zhengchun, the Prince of Yan?"

Wang Chong nodded slightly. Li Kerang shook his head and said, "My father died at the hands of that benighted ruler. I