Elder Lin Ping of Qilin Hall sneered coldly:"I told you, the four of you are no match for the two of us. Where are your famed Dragon and Tiger Elders?"
Suddenly, from the sky came a sharp voice:"Arrogant knave—cease your boasting!"
Before the echo faded, two figures descended from the heavens. Members of Zhenshen Palace immediately cupped their fists and bowed:"Greetings, Elder Long! Elder Hu!"
Elders Qin Wei (Dragon Elder) and Wang Tao (Tiger Elder) had arrived.
At their appearance, Lin Ping and Elder Shen Er of the Black Tortoise Hall involuntarily shuddered. The very air thickened with killing intent, suffused with an aura of dread.
Elder Qin Wei stepped forward, face grave:"You two are bold indeed, to dare injure members of Zhenshen Palace."
A flash of frost burst from his eyes. With killing intent suddenly flaring, his figure vanished like lightning.
From the crowd came a chorus of gasps:"What speed!"
In a blink, he was in front of Lin Ping, his internal energy sinking deep. His left palm whipped forth—fierce winds howled as his strike tore through the air.
Lin Ping heard the approaching force and didn't dare delay. His left arm parried, his right hand slashing out to strike Tianchi and Tianshu acupoints. His footwork glided over the Nine Palaces, weaving through central positions as a flurry of shadowy strikes danced forth—three swift attacks, sharp and merciless. He stood firm, twisted forward, and struck with whirling palms, shifting between East, Southeast, and Center positions with astounding precision.
But Elder Qin Wei met all this with a confident smile, sure he could handle both opponents with ease.
Shen Er, ever the seasoned veteran, saw Lin Ping pressed hard and flew in to assist. The two encircled Qin Wei, attacking in tandem.
Moving through the Five Elements, the two exchanged glances and thought the same:"This guy's no pushover!"
Qin Wei, a name renowned throughout Jianghu for decades, did not disappoint. The three blurred together in rapid movement. Lin Ping shifted to Li Position, stepped to Dui, and unleashed a deadly killing intent. He and Shen Er spun mid-air like hawks diving, aiming straight for Qin Wei's chest.
Qin Wei let out a sharp cry, shifting into Xun (Southeast) stance. Strangely, his body remained still—drawing breath into his dantian, then bursting forth with explosive energy. His hand shot out, countered with a sudden slap.
BANG!
Both Lin Ping and Shen Er were thrown backwards, crashing heavily to the ground—heavily injured.
Qin Wei growled:"I showed mercy, and you took me for weak? Zhenshen Palace is not to be mocked!"
Just then, a distant voice called out:"Elder Long, a fine display! Allow me—Li of Jiuxiao Palace—to challenge you with a few moves!"
Two figures flashed into the field. They were none other than Li Han, Left Envoy of Qiankun, and Ling Yun, Right Envoy of Qiankun.
The Jiuxiao Divine Lord had long sought to contend for dominance in the Central Plains—how could he let matters rest?
Elder Hu (Wang Tao) sneered coldly:"You come to Songshan with what intent?"
Li Han retorted hotly:"Palace Lord Tuoba convened this summit—but for what purpose? Hah! The ambitions of a Sima Zhao are obvious to all. He just wants to crown himself king of Wulin!"
Qin Wei scoffed:"Your Divine Lord lost fair and square. That he sends you two to disrupt the summit only adds to the shame."
Ling Yun snapped,"Enough drivel. This is just a warning. One day, we will clash head-on."
He turned to leave, but Wang Tao's voice turned icy:"Think you can leave that easily?"
Li Han burst into laughter, his voice shaking the hills and valleys:"Empty boasts! If you had any real skill, you'd let your fists do the talking. Come—test me if you dare!"
Wang Tao glared, rage flickering in his eyes:"Very well. Try me!"
Li Han turned to Lin Ping and Shen Er:"You two go. Leave us to hold the line."
The two nodded and retreated—badly wounded, unable to continue.
The pine forest now bristled with killing intent. Neither side was known for mercy—and none were easy opponents.This would be a battle of titans—not to be missed by any eager onlooker.Witnessing masters at work was worth more than three years of formal training. Martial artists gathered tightly, eyes shining with excitement.
Li Han called out:"Then let me learn from you!"
Even before the last word fell, he launched forward like a bolt of lightning, his shout rumbling like thunder. Grass and trees quivered. The mountains echoed his cry. A wind swept up like crashing waves.
Wang Tao knew this would be no ordinary foe—boasting would do no good.He met the charge with a devastating palm strike!
Li Han sidestepped nimbly, his own palm flying out in return.Wang Tao's attack had shattered nearby pines, trunks falling like thunderclaps.Li Han's counter was swift and ruthless—their first twenty exchanges were so fast the eye could barely follow.
Wang Tao frowned.Each of Li Han's strikes was precise, fierce, and unrelenting.
Wang Tao sliced in with a diagonal palm. Li Han advanced, barely brushing his opponent before slipping away.Wang Tao let out a cold laugh and surged forward.
Li Han drifted in silently, his movements like a sudden storm. Palm shadows rolled like crashing tides, pressing in on Wang Tao.The elder let out a sharp grunt, raised both sleeves, and spun with mighty force—gusts howled, robes billowed, dust whirled.
Palms clashed—an explosive shockwave tore through the ground.Sand and gravel flew in all directions. The spectators gasped.
The duel continued—dozens more strikes traded in seconds.
Li Han's palms roared like thunder, each strike brimming with Qi that sliced the air like blades.Wang Tao, however, displayed consummate mastery—every moment softening force with finesse, spinning Yin and Yang together, dissolving and reflecting attacks like silk unraveling in water.
Just then, Ling Yun joined the fray. He soared into the air like an eagle in the clouds. With a flick of his sleeves, two cold iron throwing knives shot from each arm, whistling toward Wang Tao's shoulders.
Wang Tao sensed danger.He stomped down, twisted mid-step, and swept his sleeve—
CLANG!
The blades were caught in fabric—and flung back with equal speed.
Ling Yun paled, dropping low and barely dodging.A bead of sweat slid down his cheek. "His control… is terrifying."
Meanwhile, Li Han's strikes grew even fiercer.A faint blue aura began to shimmer around his palms, like rippling water. His techniques condensed, each strike deadlier than the last.
Wang Tao's eyes narrowed.He focused fully now—this opponent could not be taken lightly.
Once again, their palms collided—BOOM!
Both men staggered back three full steps.Between them, a visible Qi vortex spun in the air, crackling with energy.
The crowd gasped.
The atmosphere had tightened like a drawn bowstring—And the next move might just set off an explosion that could shake the entire martial world.
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