As the crowd watched from the sidelines, the Daoist grunted coldly, took a step forward with his horse stance, tiger eyes shooting sharp beams, his face turning extremely cold, emitting an intimidating strong momentum, and he punched towards Song Qingshu, sweeping away the previously unnoticeable state in the corner.
"Seeking death!"
Song Qingshu snorted coldly, his sword trembled, one sword suddenly became two, the two swords split into four sword shadows, transforming into layers of sword light, stabbing towards the Daoist's brow, left and right shoulder blades, and the lower abdomen's Qi Sea, these four vital points—clearly the Wudang Coiling Finger Sword Technique.
To be able to use the Coiling Finger Sword Technique so swiftly and fiercely with his own style, Song Qingshu, though young, was indeed extremely outstanding.
