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Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with solemnity.

A friendly exchange?

To spar with this Taoist priest who just slaughtered the palace yesterday?

Guo Jing rushed out almost instinctively, spreading his arms to block the two seniors.

"Master Shen!" His voice trembled. "Island Master Huang and Master Qi are both great heroes who serve their country and people, not wicked villains! You...you must have mercy!"

Guo Jing was afraid.

He feared that the Taoist priest would kill them all, the "witnesses."

Any news that gets out of the palace is enough to cause serious trouble for the Song Dynasty.

Shen Mo's gaze passed over Guo Jing's shoulder and landed on the two tense old men behind him.

"As I said, it's a friendly exchange."

He repeated it.

"Stop when you've made your point."

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong looked at each other again, and this time, the same determination flashed in their eyes.

The scene at the palace yesterday is still vivid in my mind. That overwhelming power is something that ordinary martial arts cannot withstand.

They knew that they were doomed to defeat in this battle.

But if one can withstand a few more moves before being defeated and gain a clearer understanding of the Taoist priest's true strength, then the trip will not have been in vain.

Hong Qigong stepped forward, pulled Guo Jing behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Master, your martial arts are divine. This old beggar knows he is no match for you."

He paused, then glanced at Huang Yaoshi: "How about I join forces with Old Evil? Perhaps we can hold out for a few more moves, and let the Daoist have his fill."

Huang Yaoshi placed his hand on the jade flute at his waist and said calmly, "Since you, Daoist, have such refined tastes, it would be unbecoming of us two to hold back our skills."

The mountain wind billowed his blue robe, and a murderous aura burst forth from his body.

"Then Mr. Huang and the old beggar will not stand on ceremony!"

"Island Master Huang, Master Qi!" Guo Jing was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead, but Hong Qigong grabbed his shoulder.

"Jing'er, step back." Hong Qigong untied the wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head back and gulped down half a gourd of strong liquor, then casually tossed the gourd to Guo Jing.

"Take it!"

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward and stood side by side with Huang Yaoshi.

A powerful burst of energy exploded from his body, and the rocks beneath his feet groaned under the weight.

At the summit, stood the Eastern Heretic and the Northern Beggar.

The two pinnacles of martial arts in this era have joined forces here after many years.

Their opponent, however, was merely a young Taoist priest standing with his hands behind his back.

Shen Mo looked at the two of them, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

"The two seniors are quite frank."

He nodded slightly.

"Very well, I've been wanting to see the power of the Five Greats working together."

"please."

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong exchanged a glance and attacked at the same time!

woo-

A sharp and eerie flute melody suddenly rang out!

The surrounding vegetation shook violently under the vibration of the sound waves, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the rocks.

A Song of Rising Tides on the Azure Sea!

The sound of the flute was unpredictable and ever-changing, with sound waves rolling in layers like a tide, sweeping towards Shen Mo.

Almost simultaneously, Hong Qigong's legs suddenly sank down, his body as still as an abyss and as imposing as a mountain. His left palm drew a circle, while his right palm, carrying all his life's power, thrust out fiercely!

hold head high--!

A dragon's roar echoed through the heavens!

The first move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms – The Dragon Regrets!

The palm strike whistled, kicking up clouds of dust, and headed straight for Shen Mo's face.

In the same instant, Huang Yaoshi flashed, stepping on a strange divination point, and under the cover of the eerie flute music, circled around to Shen Mo's side and rear.

He brought his right index and middle fingers together, concentrated his inner strength at the fingertips, and flicked his fingers at Shen Mo's vital acupoint on the back of his heart!

The Finger Flicking Divine Skill!

Two strong gusts of wind, one in front and one behind, blocked all of Shen Mo's escape routes.

However, Shen Mo only turned slightly to the side.

Hong Qigong's palm strike, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, whistled past his clothes, lifting the hem of his blue Taoist robe but leaving not a single wrinkle.

Huang Yaoshi's finger-flicking technique arrived almost simultaneously.

Shen Mo raised his right hand, and with two fingers he casually pinched the invisible force.

Huang Yaoshi's heart sank.

He had thought he could at least force his opponent to move a few steps, but he didn't expect his first move to be so easily neutralized.

"Impressive skills."

Shen Mo spoke softly, his fingers slightly twirling.

Huang Yaoshi felt a surge of immense true energy rushing back, and he involuntarily took three steps back, each step leaving a deep footprint on the hard rock.

Hong Qigong was horrified at the sight, but his hands did not slow down at all. With a roar, he thrust out both palms in succession.

Flying dragon in the sky!

The dragon appears in the field!

The hidden dragon should not be used!

The three forms of the Dragon Subduing Palm continued uninterrupted, with overlapping palm shadows that completely enveloped Shen Mo within a three-foot radius.

Shen Mo remained standing in the same spot, but he gently raised his right hand and drew a circle in the air.

All the palm strikes that collided with that invisible circle vanished without a trace, like mud oxen entering the sea.

Hong Qigong's pupils suddenly contracted.

His proud Dragon Subduing Palm technique didn't even manage to touch the hem of the opponent's clothes!

"Senior Hong's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are unparalleled in their power and ferocity, truly unique in the world."

Shen Mo nodded in approval, and simultaneously tapped lightly with his left index finger.

A cyan finger strike shot out from the air.

Hong Qigong's expression changed drastically. He crossed his palms in front of his chest and mobilized all his internal energy.

boom!

With a powerful strike to his palm, Hong Qigong was sent flying backward, his feet carving deep furrows in the ground. He took seven or eight steps back before finally regaining his footing.

He looked down at his palms, his thumbs numb, and was utterly shocked.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Huang Yaoshi swept his jade flute horizontally, the flute carrying a sharp gust of wind, aiming straight for Shen Mo's temple.

Without turning his head, Shen Mo grabbed the flute with his left hand and accurately grasped it.

Huang Yaoshi pulled with all his might, but the jade flute remained motionless, as if it were being clamped by iron pincers.

How is this possible?!

Huang Yaoshi was greatly shocked.

"The martial arts of Peach Blossom Island, Master Huang, are exquisite and unparalleled. I admire them greatly."

Shen Mo smiled and gave his wrist a slight twitch.

A gentle yet irresistible force came through the jade flute, and Huang Yaoshi felt his arm go numb, forcing him to release the flute.

Shen Mo casually tossed the jade flute aside, and Huang Yaoshi hurriedly caught it, only to find that his right arm had completely lost sensation.

Hong Qigong took a deep breath, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, his blood and qi surged, and his robes fluttered without wind.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

I didn't expect to lose so quickly, but since I've already made my move, I'll give it my all and at least make this Taoist priest take this seriously this time!

"Master Daoist, please enlighten me on this final strike!"

He thrust out both palms with a sudden burst of power, a strike devoid of any fancy moves, only pure, raw force.

The dragon that soars too high will regret it!

This was the culmination of his life's work, delivered with all his might.

Shen Mo finally moved.

He took a step forward and thrust his right palm out flat.

The palms are clasped together.

It wasn't as earth-shattering as I had imagined.

Hong Qigong's palm strike was like hitting an invisible wall; all the force was completely neutralized.

The next instant, a gentle yet vast surge of true energy flowed into his palm.

Hong Qigong felt his blood surging within him, and he was involuntarily thrown backward, tumbling three times in the air before finally managing to land steadily.

He staggered back a few steps, a mouthful of blood welling up in his throat, but he forced it back down.

Huang Yaoshi's right arm hung down, and his face was pale.

Hong Qigong's breathing was disordered, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The two martial arts masters joined forces, and from the moment they made their move to their defeat, it was only a matter of time before they were both defeated.

Shen Mo remained standing still the entire time, barely moving a few feet.

"Thank you for your concession."

Shen Mo spoke calmly, brushing away non-existent dust from his Taoist robe.

Huang Yaoshi slowly withdrew his left hand, looked at his still numb right arm, and gave a wry smile.

He thought he could last for a dozen or so moves, but he was defeated in just five or six.

Hong Qigong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed deeply.

He was equally shocked.

I thought that by joining forces, we could at least make this Taoist priest take things a little more seriously, but to my surprise, he remained nonchalant from beginning to end, as if he were teasing a child.

The two looked at each other and saw deep shock and bitterness in each other's eyes.

lost.

A complete and utter defeat.

Moreover, the defeat was faster and more complete than expected.

As Guo Jing watched this scene, his heart sank into an abyss.

He never imagined that the combined forces of Master Qi and Island Master Huang would be defeated so quickly.

At the same time, the mysterious mirror in Shen Mo's mind trembled slightly.

A line of golden text appeared:

[Defeat two of the Five Great Masters of this era, Good/Evil Points +20000]

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Shen Mo's eyes.