Wen Qingkong slapped both hands against the ground. The toes that had been aimed at Ning Bukong's Baihui Acupoint suddenly sprang up like a swallow returning to its nest, tracing a perfect arc through the air as they swept over Ning Bukong's head and landed behind him.
Then he stepped forward, both fists striking in alternating succession. His fist force was fierce and overbearing, pressing forward step by step like Zhao Zilong charging seven times in and seven times out of the Cao Army's enemy ranks!
Great Subduing Demon Fist!
Ning Bukong twisted around, his enormous sleeves wildly whipping through the air like two great blades, slashing down upon Wen Qingkong from every direction.
His expression was savage and distorted, while deep within his gloomy eyes lay profound terror.
The martial cultivation of the youth before him seemed far beyond anything he had imagined.
"Kill him!"
Ning Bukong roared.
He called for the surrounding White Lotus Sect disciples to join forces and kill Wen Qingkong.
Wen Qingkong's expression did not change. The Great Subduing Demon Fist transformed into Shaolin's Hundred Step Divine Fist, its air-piercing force growing more violent with every strike, like massive hammers relentlessly smashing against Ning Bukong's iron sleeves.
At the same time, without needing Wen Qingkong to say anything, Tang Yuanlou had already drawn his blade to block the attacking White Lotus Sect disciples, preventing them from aiding Ning Bukong.
Seeing his subordinates all held back by Tang Yuanlou, Ning Bukong gradually began to feel afraid.
Every one of Wen Qingkong's punches carried immense force. That tyrannical power crashed into his sleeves, making his blood and qi churn while scattering the inner force within his acupoints.
What terrifying fists!
Without thirty or forty years of dedicated training, it would have been impossible to possess such mastery