Song Qingshu, who was sent flying, had numb arms and was greatly shocked. Looking at the kasaya on Fahai’s body, his heart was even more astonished.
It can withstand my sword without any damage. It must be an extraordinary item!
But he had no intention of stopping there.
“Fahai, do you think you can stop me with just a kasaya?”
“Mian Zhang (Cotton Palm)!”
As soon as his voice fell, Song Qingshu’s figure shot up and he attacked again.
This time, he moved his palms, seemingly soft and weak, but in reality, his Internal Energy was dense and could shatter solid rock.
Mian Zhang (Cotton Palm) emphasizes softness within hardness, contained power, and transmitting force through objects.
This technique was perfect for dealing with body protection that was impervious to blades and spears.
However, when the palm strike landed on Fahai’s body and the Qi burst forth, the kasaya glowed golden again.
All the force instantly dissipated into nothing!
“How is this possible?!”
Song Qingshu stood stunned, his face full of disbelief.
He looked down at his hands.
This Mian Zhang (Cotton Palm) had always been invincible, so why did it seem like a stone sinking into the sea before Fahai?
Just as he was in a trance, Fahai finally spoke.
“Have you fought enough?”
“What did you say?”
Fahai’s gaze was slightly cold, and he smiled faintly.
“I said, you can’t even break my kasaya.”
“What right do you have to contend with me for victory?”
As soon as his voice fell, Fahai raised his Buddhist Staff and swung it down fiercely!
Immediately, strong winds howled, and Qi waves surged, sweeping out like a Dragon’s roar!
The Jianghu people in the crowd were stirred by the Qi force, unable to stand steadily, almost falling!
This strike seemed to carry the force of wind and thunder, incomparably overbearing and extremely fierce!
Seeing this, Song Qingshu hurriedly blocked with his sword.
But in the next moment, there was a crisp clang!
Metal clashed, shaking people’s minds. Song Qingshu immediately realized that he had made a huge mistake!
His arms trembled violently, then lost all sensation.
He looked at Fahai with a horrified expression. What kind of power was this?
How could it be so terrifying!
He immediately mobilized all his cultivation, and the Aura of a Half-step Grandmaster surged out, attempting to resist.
However, he ultimately couldn’t resist and was heavily smashed away by a Buddhist Staff strike!
He fell to the ground, his chest churning, and he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood!
Clearly, he had suffered serious internal injuries!
Everyone present was greatly shocked.
Song Qingshu… actually lost?
And lost so decisively?!
“Impossible, impossible! I am Song Qingshu, I am Song Qingshu!”
He muttered to himself, his eyes unfocused, “It’s impossible for me to be so far behind him!”
Suddenly, he looked up sharply, a fierce, cold light flashing in his eyes, and attacked again, his long sword thrusting from a strange angle!
“Unrepentant!”
Fahai spoke coldly, “Great Might Heavenly Dragon!”
With a loud boom!
An astonishing Aura suddenly pressed down with this palm strike!
The Martial Forest onlookers immediately felt dizzy and showed expressions of panic.
This power… clearly belonged only to the Innate Realm!
Just then, a voice mixed with profound Internal Energy came:
“Who dares to harm my son?”
“Who is it?”
“That’s the Wudang Sect Leader, Song Yuanqiao!”
Someone recognized the newcomer and exclaimed in surprise.
Song Yuanqiao is also here!
With Song Yuanqiao personally appearing, this matter might be difficult to resolve!
Hitting his son in front of his father, what father could tolerate that?
The Martial Forest onlookers shook their heads, realizing that things were getting troublesome.
Wanwan was also startled, looking towards the newcomer, who was indeed Song Yuanqiao.
She immediately felt that it was a thorny issue.
Song Yuanqiao is the Sect Leader of the Wudang Sect.
The Wudang Sect’s strength is in no way inferior to the Yin Kui Sect!
And this Sect Leader, though not as strong as her own Master, was far superior to the prominent Elders of the Yin Kui Sect!
Not to mention, behind him was a living immortal like Zhang Sanfeng, a true legend of the world!
Even an Evil King like Shi Zhixuan wouldn’t dare to claim victory easily!
If this matter were to draw the Wudang Sect into the fray, the Yin Kui Sect would also find it difficult to settle this situation.
Xuzhu’s heart also trembled, and he looked at Song Yuanqiao with eyes full of shock!
The head of the Wudang Seven Heroes, the Wudang Sect Leader, famous throughout the world!
He had never had the chance to meet him.
He never expected their first meeting today to be under such circumstances.
Things were getting more and more complicated.
Fahai’s heart also trembled, but he did not stop; instead, that palm strike still fell like thunder!
What if Song Yuanqiao came?
Song Qingshu had provoked him repeatedly; how could he not make him pay the price!
Although Fahai’s heart was shaken, his actions showed no hesitation!
The mighty palm wind was about to land on Song Qingshu!
Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao immediately circulated the True Qi within his body, and his figure darted forward like lightning. Following closely, he performed Mian Zhang (Cotton Palm), striking out with a heavy palm—
And collided with Fahai’s palm force with a loud boom!
A loud explosion erupted!
Fahai was shaken back, while Song Yuanqiao used the momentum to land steadily, forcefully blocking Fahai’s strike.
“Father!”
Song Qingshu was agitated and quickly ran to Song Yuanqiao’s side.
He pointed at Fahai, his tone indignant: “Father, this man is the Demon Monk Fahai! Our Wudang Sect must act on behalf of the Heavens and eliminate this person!”
As soon as his voice fell, the surrounding crowd immediately cast disdainful glances, and low mocking voices continuously rose.
“Isn’t this too shameless? Is this a Wudang Disciple?”
“Yes, he was clearly the one who provoked first, and Master Fahai avoided him multiple times, but he insisted on pestering him!”
“Now that he can’t win, he calls for help and uses the title ‘Demon Monk’ to suppress others.”
“Doing evil deeds while still trying to maintain a good reputation, truly shameless!”
Some also said sourly: “It seems the Wudang Sect’s upbringing is nothing special after all, completely shaming the Jianghu people.”
Song Qingshu’s face alternated between green and pale, clearly angered by these discussions.
But he was a third-generation Disciple of the Wudang Sect, so how could the people present easily offend him?
He could only grit his teeth and endure, pretending not to hear.
Wanwan snorted even more coldly, her eyes full of sarcasm.
Such narrow-mindedness was truly unbearable!
Her eyes moved slightly, and she looked at Fahai with a hint of worry.
Song Yuanqiao was a figure who had been renowned in the Jianghu for many years; she wondered if Fahai could handle him with ease?
Although Hua Manlou was blind, his mind was as clear as a mirror, and he had already “seen” everything before him, a gentle smile appearing on his lips.
“Brother Lu, it seems I won the bet.”
Lu Xiaofeng gently tapped his palm with his folding fan, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
“Indeed, I misjudged.”
“This Master Fahai is truly a rare genius, seen once in a hundred years.”
“Unfortunately, Song Yuanqiao has arrived, and Fahai is probably going to be in a difficult situation.”
“That Song Yuanqiao is a Master of the Grandmaster Late Stage.”
“Rumor has it he is currently attempting to break through to the Grandmaster Realm.”
“He is definitely not someone the Innate Realm can contend with.”
Sure enough, seeing his son severely injured, Song Yuanqiao questioned Fahai with a grave tone.
“May I ask, Master, why did you strike my son so viciously?”
Fahai had not yet spoken.
Wanwan had already retorted first.
“Why do you say we struck viciously?”
“It was clearly your son who provoked repeatedly; Master Fahai was only forced to retaliate. His injuries are his own fault!”
Song Yuanqiao was startled and turned his gaze to Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu quickly lowered his head and remained silent.
Song Yuanqiao frowned slightly, knowing his son’s character well—narrow-minded and intolerant of others.
He had indeed caused trouble.