"The other is quite unfamiliar. The Fist Dao?"
"Is there anyone in the Shu State Martial Arts who excels in the Fist Dao?"
"He must be an outsider like us. Perhaps a senior from the Central Plains Martial Arts."
At this moment, a gentle laugh rang out. "It's Shui Hetong."
The several Upper Three Grades Realm Martial Artists who had flown here looked toward the source of the voice. They saw a young Daoist in a purple Daoist Robe floating lightly in mid-air. The center of the Daoist Hat on his head bore a black-and-white Tai Chi pattern.
"Shui Hetong? Could it be the Shui Hetong known as 'Fist Suppresses Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains'?"
"Is there a second Upper Three Grades expert whose Fist Dao is this domineering?"
The young Daoist's tone was incredibly certain, and his gaze carried a hint of admiration as he looked down at the deep crater below. As if he had witnessed the entire course of the preceding great battle, he continued,
