Song Ziwen's face turned deathly pale. He clutched Cangwu Zi's fallen body, trembling like a leaf as he stammered, "You fool—no, Grandpa, Ancestor! You can't die! You have to protect me!"
"You noisy animal!"
The middle-aged Daoist struck with hatred, sending a palm strike flying toward Song Ziwen.
Song Ziwen was so scared he wet himself and fainted on the spot.
"Bullying your benefactor? So this is how the Qingcheng Sect conducts itself!"
Just as the Daoist's palm wind was about to hit Song Ziwen, two streams of Palm Force acted like a siphon, instantly pulling both the doomed Song Ziwen and the unconscious Cangwu Zi, who was limp on the ground, out of harm's way.
The middle-aged Daoist reacted with extreme speed. The longsword on his back flew out, ready to sever the suctioning True Qi.
Unfortunately, a streak of black light shot through the air, striking the longsword with pinpoint accuracy and blocking the attack.
