Feeling the slight fluctuations in his Qi-Blood, Lian Youming was secretly alarmed. They were over a hundred meters apart. Though it had not hurt him, it still had such power at this distance. He could scarcely imagine how earth-shattering it would be to face it head-on.
The young man had also moved, letting out a wild, defiant howl like a wolf.
"Awooo!"
This howl was extraordinary. It did not resemble a Sound Strike, but came from a Martial Way expert blending Inner Strength with his spirit. He expelled pent-up energy and voiced the exhilaration of settling grudges, his voice piercing the clouds like a sharp arrow.
The red-robed old lama's billowing kasaya instantly deflated.
The two stood facing each other, one roaring and the other howling, silencing heaven and earth.
In the brief moment Lian Youming's gaze shifted, the old lama struck first.
Only when the man moved did he see that his right hand still held an enormous, thick staff. Its material was unknown, but it was at least as thick as a bowl's mouth and about a meter sixty or seventy long.
Beside it, the old lama actually looked rather frail.
"An iron-staff lama?"
An iron-staff lama was, in fact, an officer responsible for enforcing discipline in Tibetan monasteries.
A thought stirred in Lian Youming's mind. Could these two have fought their way here from the west?
The man gripped his staff and employed staff techniques. His withered frame hardly seemed as thick as the huge weapon, yet as he swung it, the wind it generated swept up the accumulated snow, lifting it into a white wave.
The staff's flickering shadow swept upward, deftly prying up two watermelon-sized rocks and sending them flying at the mysterious young man.
The young man paced about without the slightest abrupt change