This is like a martial arts master reborn into a twelve-year-old child, confronting an eighteen-year-old rising star of martial arts. Even if he is technically superior, winning in combat is no easy task.
The Fist Aura came rushing like a long rainbow.
Vast and sweeping for a thousand miles.
Its color golden, gradually turning purple.
"Alas." Li Qiubai could only sigh at this sight.
The Qing King was indeed powerful, stronger than Xu Su, even among the Honorable Realm, he was extremely strong.
But in his eyes, the Qing King's means were no more than this, he had thousands of techniques to break them.
The problem was, he could hardly use these thousands of techniques.
This was the discomfort of having cultivation and Sword Dao realm not matching, inevitably carrying a bit of "high aim but low skill" connotation.
If given the Sword Immortal Realm, the Qing King in front of him should hardly be able to withstand a hundred moves.
Li Qiubai laughed freely.
