Lian Youming's expression grew grave. He felt as though an invisible chill had swept through the underground passage, like frost killing every blade of grass, like a tiger cowing every beast, leaving hearts trembling in fear.
The pressure this man exerted on him surpassed even Xu Tian's. He was probably an exceptionally powerful martial artist even within the realm of foresight.
Not only Lian Youming-even that old ghost's face had turned ashen, his pupils trembling incessantly with shock and fear.
But how could Lian Youming be cowed by something as intangible as an aura?
He upheld the resolve of Fists Suppress the Mountains and Rivers, seeking to advance with the great momentum of heaven and earth. Naturally, he needed the conviction to press forward without hesitation.
Without a word, he raised his hands and began his attack.
He opened with a sword move.
Both hands formed sword fingers, his arms moving like divine blades leaving their sheaths.
Kunlun Secret Sword.
The martial artists in this dungeon were truly a mixed lot. As Xu Tian had said, unless absolutely necessary, he should avoid revealing his true capabilities for now.
Almost simultaneously, the old ghost abruptly attacked too...
It was actually Taiji Fist.
"Chen-Style Taiji?"
The man drew his fists together, unmistakably forming a hammering technique.
He also recognized Lian Youming's technique. His aged eyes narrowed. "Eh? Old Ghost Wei's Kunlun Secret Sword? You're that bastard's disciple? Then you must die too!"
Both men wore ankle shackles. They quietly accounted for them as they shifted their feet, taking only half their usual steps as they fought viciously at close quarters. Seeing Lian Youming use his fingers as swords, the old ghost grinned savagely, dodged aside, and raised a fist to smash down. His punching force tore through the air, stirring thunderous gusts.