Divine Doctor Dragon Master

Ever since receiving the complete teachings of the Changqing Skill from Qin Jiang, Shen Tianrong had diligently practiced. He not only completely remedied the flaws caused by his previous martial skills but even made a breakthrough.

Now, his strength had reached the Half-step Heavenly Realm.

Faced with Shen Tianrong's strike, Mutou Qianhe also struck out with a palm.

Bang!

Shockwaves rippled outward from their clashing palms, sweeping all around.

They briefly separated before engaging in combat once again.

In just two minutes, they had exchanged more than twenty rounds.

Both were proficient in offense and defense, neither able to push the other back.

On the scene, their battle had reached a fever pitch.

Afterimages flashed and disappeared.

Their speed was so fast that the onlookers couldn't catch a glimpse of their figures.

Even how they were moving was indiscernible to the crowd.

What could be perceived were only the disturbances they created in the course of their exchange and the powerful aftershocks sweeping across.

The crowd hastily retreated while quickly defending themselves.

They had no choice but to fall back to avoid the residual effects of the clash.

It was evident that the fight between Shen Tianrong and Mutou Qianhe was fierce!

Mutou Qianhe swung his katana, sparks flashing.

A blade aura was released, sweeping toward Shen Tianrong.

Seizing the opportunity, Shen Tianrong punched directly into the blade aura.

A loud boom sounded as the blade aura and the burst of energy from Shen Tianrong's fist confronted each other.

Shen Tianrong's fist slightly retracted before he shook it vigorously.

The power he released suddenly intensified, directly dissipating Mutou Qianhe's blade aura.

Seeing that he was unable to take down Shen Tianrong, Mutou Qianhe's eyebrows knitted together slightly.

He stared at Shen Tianrong and said indifferently, "Old man, you're quite strong, let's decide the outcome with one more move!"

Shen Tianrong's expression also became solemn, "Let's do it!"

He did not dare to be careless, given that Mutou Qianhe's swordsmanship was sharp and his strength more profoundly settled.

He had to be cautious and give it his all!

At this moment, he mobilized all the strength in his body, which continuously coiled around him, causing the very air near him to begin to solidify.

Meanwhile, Mutou Qianhe slightly rotated the katana in his hand, the cold gleam radiating so intensely that it was blinding to those watching.

Then, Mutou Qianhe lifted his katana high.

The rolling surge of energy ceaselessly infused into the katana.

The katana trembled slightly, a formidable power gathering at the edge of the blade.

"Hachishin Tachi—Gale Surge!"

Mutou Qianhe roared, slashing the katana fiercely in the direction of Shen Tianrong!

A blade aura erupted suddenly.

It was fierce!

It was swift!

The blade aura seemed to rip apart the very space and swallow Shen Tianrong whole!

Everyone was shocked by the strike, their bodies stiffening in place, eyes wide open.

Shen Tianrong, too, at this moment, executed the Changqing Skill to the fullest!

He pushed forward with a palm, the energy enduring and unceasing, and a transparent palm shadow formed of condensed energy suddenly grew larger as it advanced.

Booming—

Accompanied by a loud noise, the transparent palm shadow violently collided with the blade aura!

Bang bang bang!!

The courtyard resounded with one explosion after another!

The courtyard was nearly totally destroyed!

The floor shattered, pieces sweeping outwards.

Shards of glass from the windows were also scattered everywhere.

In an instant, dust and smoke billowed.

The crowd, unable to see the situation clearly, looked eagerly forward, curious to know the final outcome.

Soon, the dust cleared.

Both Shen Tianrong and Mutou Qianhe stood erect in their original spots, with only an excessive consumption of their Inner Strength to show for it.

"You don't have the ability to capture me."

Mutou Qianhe stated coldly.

"But you can't kill me either!"

Shen Tianrong responded indifferently.

Neither could surpass the other's strength; neither could defeat the other.

Upon hearing this, Mutou Qianhe's expression gradually soured.

"Old man, I have no intention of making an enemy of the Martial Arts Department. My sole purpose here today is to kill Qin Jiang and avenge my son, nothing more," said Mutou Qianhe in a low voice. "Just step aside now, and once I've taken that dog Qin Jiang's life, I will surely take my people and leave, causing no further trouble."

Left with little choice, Mutou Qianhe conceded, not wishing to have Shen Tianrong interfere with his goal.

Otherwise, killing Qin Jiang would become very difficult.

Shen Tianrong, hearing this, remained unmoved, adopting a tough stance, "I've made my position clear."

"Qin Jiang is a special instructor of the Martial Arts Department. If you dare to touch him, you're making an enemy of me! Of the entire Martial Arts Department!"

"As long as I am here, you won't be able to lay a finger on him!"

Shen Tianrong seized the opportunity to say, "If you know what's good for you, you'd better leave this place quickly!"

"Otherwise, the Martial Arts Department will ensure that you won't leave here alive!"

"You…"

Mutou Qianhe's face turned extremely dark.

As Mutou Qianhe hesitated, an indifferent and mocking voice rose, "Mutou Qianhe, as one of the top five retainers of the Ghost Doctor Sect, you can't even kill a mere whelp."

"If word of this gets out, won't it make others laugh their heads off? Let me do it!"