Wang Chong was slightly taken aback as well. Seeing the scholar surrounded by others, he had assumed the man must be someone important and highly skilled in martial arts. That was why he had used the Flying Flowers, Plucking Leaves Hand for a sneak attack, with an endless torrent of killing moves to follow. He had never expected the man to know no martial arts at all and die in a single exchange.
Seeing the scholar killed, Yelüge Clan Ye Hu flew into a towering rage and roared like a tiger. Unable to go to his aid, he could only vent his fury on Monk Xuangang's bald head, unleashing killing move after killing move. The great monk Xuangang mustered all his power, meeting force with force and taking every attack head-on. Their battle thundered, sending sand flying and stones rolling.
With one strike of Vajra Prajna Palm Force-Eighteen Flying Dragon Forms, Wang Chong attacked six opponents separately. In that lightning-flash instant, with everything hanging by a thread, he had no time to unleash the Nine-Headed Fire Dragon Flash, much less dare use the enormously draining Candle-Bearing Sword Technique.
A military officer with a thick waist and a swarthy face immediately concentrated and countered with a move. His palm force was exceptionally fierce; he took the strike head-on without even falling behind.
A tall, thin man with an enormous, monstrous frame, dressed in a long hemp-cloth robe, thrust out a claw, tearing through the air with a howl. They clashed head-on once, and Wang Chong borrowed the force to turn toward the third man, while this man merely swayed and seemed entirely unharmed.
The third man was extremely young. He jabbed out a finger, using none other than the Ice Soul Finger. Wang Chong knocked him tumbling off his horse with