The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is the ultimate skill of the Beggars' Sect. Even if Zhang Wuji personally took action, he wouldn't dare say he could defeat Song Qingshu with 100% certainty.
Zhou Dian refused to believe it and jumped up to challenge Song Qingshu.
In less than five moves, he was knocked to the ground by Song Qingshu.
"Completely defeated, you admit defeat now."
Song Qingshu shouted at Zhou Dian, his attitude arrogant and overbearing.
Zhou Dian shouted, "If you're not convinced, fight me for another hundred rounds, and I'll definitely beat you."
"Arrogant? Then I, Song, will beat you until you submit."
Song Qingshu then used the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, defeating Zhou Dian in three moves.
"The floor at Shaolin Temple is really slippery."
Zhou Dian, his face bruised and swollen, got up from the ground. His only stubborn thing about him was his mouth. He shouted at Song Qingshu, "Song, although I can't beat you, I still don't respect you. What are you going to do about it?"
"Hmph, shameless bastard, he won't admit defeat even after losing."
Enraged, Song Qingshu slapped Zhou Dian away.
The Ming Cult members were furious. The Bat King and the Cloth Bag Monk roared, while Yang Xiao narrowed his eyes.
Zhang Wuji suddenly stood up, ready to make a move.
But someone else got there first.
He was Song Yuanqiao, the father of Song Qingshu and the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
Song Yuanqiao jumped onto the arena, exuding an imposing aura without anger. He glared at Song Qingshu with sharp eyes and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Song Qingshu, saying, "Young Master Song, this old man has come to learn from your superior skills."
"Father!"
Song Qingshu panicked. He was abandoned by everyone, but he didn't want to commit patricide in public.
"Don't call me father, I don't have a father like you."
Song Yuanqiao was so angry that his mind went blank. He turned his head to one side, clenched his fists, and tried to suppress his anger.
"Because of your jealousy of Zhang Wuji and Lin the Great Demon, you left Wudang Mountain without permission, colluded with Chen Youliang and other shady friends, even murdered your Uncle Mo Qi, and used some despicable means to become the leader of the Emei Sect. You also killed Shi Huolong of the Beggar Clan, didn't you? You stole his Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms manual."
"No, I didn't kill Shi Huolong. Cheng Kun killed him. Cheng Kun cooperated with me and made sure I became the leader of the martial arts alliance this time..."
Song Qingshu suddenly covered his mouth halfway through his sentence.
Oh no, she panicked in front of her father and revealed her conspiracy plan.
It was too late to cover her mouth; everyone around had already heard it.
The Beggars' Sect disciples, in particular, were furious and wanted nothing more than to jump onto the stage and beat Song Qingshu to death with sticks.
"Wow, there are so many people! It's so lively!"
Suddenly, Lin Bufan appeared with a group of women, uttered a remark, and instantly stole everyone's attention.
"Lin the Great Demon King?"
"Why is it him again?"
"He's everywhere."
"They killed so many people from our six major sects last time, and they still want to cause trouble today."
"Is he also after the martial arts alliance leader and the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"
"With Master Zhang gone, who can subdue him this time?"
People from the six major sects were discussing it animatedly.
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