This move appeared soft and gentle, yet secretly contained seventy‑two variations; the tip of the Duster pointed straight at Zhong Renwang's eyes, throat, and other vital points.
Zhong Renwang did not dodge or evade; the corner of his mouth curled into a vicious grin as a phantom green lotus suddenly bloomed in his palm, and an incomparably mighty wave of Qi Force surged forth.
The moment Daoist Master Xuanqing's Duster touched the Qi wave, he felt a tremendous force rush in; his wrist went numb at once and the Duster flew out of his hand.
His whole body was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut, flipping three times in midair as blood gushed wildly from his mouth, and when he landed he dragged out a long bloody trail on the snow.
