Li Qingxu's scalp tingled—his master, Cao Qianqiu, a revered figure for a generation, had actually been disrespected and challenged in this manner.
For a moment, he wanted to rush forward and defend the honor of the sect, not allowing anyone to offend them.
However, reality was cruel; he was not a match. Even his master's simulated Heavenly Light Force couldn't withstand the opponent's ferocious hammer technique.
He could only force himself to stay calm and stand still.
Cao Qianqiu, indifferent to a fault, said, "It's been many years since anyone dared to challenge me. Youth is truly wonderful—always so vigorous and fearless. But they also die quickly."
If Qin Ming were at a disadvantage, he would indeed have his emotions disturbed by him. However, he had now shattered Old Cao's Big Hammer, holding a dominant position, and wore a smile.
He spoke, "I finally understand, your whole lineage is good at 'talking with your fists,' and your style is quite impressive!"
