Chapter 685: The Evil King of Hailing
Just as Guo Jing’s large hand was about to seize Wanyan Liang’s throat, the elderly monk beside him suddenly moved, striking diagonally toward Guo Jing’s wrist with a finger.
“One Yang Finger?” Guo Jing’s gaze sharpened. Being on good terms with Southern Emperor Yideng, he knew well the formidable power of the One Yang Finger. He dared not let the opponent strike his acupoint and had to swiftly change his move, responding with a palm strike to counter the finger attack.
Even though the elderly monk was well aware of the might of Guo Jing’s Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he still underestimated him. Before their finger and palm even connected, he already felt a faint pain at his fingertip from the force of Guo Jing’s palm wind. He knew at that moment that he had misjudged—his One Yang Finger was not yet perfected. If he took this attack head-on, his two fingers would likely be crippled.
In a split second, he had no choice but to change his finger technique to a palm technique, using his family’s secret martial arts to dissolve Guo Jing’s powerful strike.
Guo Jing was stunned to find that his own palm force was somewhat beyond his control. He even nearly injured himself a few times, causing him great alarm. “What kind of martial art is this?”
Suddenly, a flash of insight struck his mind, and he blurted out, “Great Cosmic Transformation!”
Upon noticing the strange looks from Wanyan Liang and his companions, the elderly monk’s face darkened. He was none other than Murong Bo, the previous patriarch of the Murong family.
Having assumed the alias Monk Li and pledged allegiance to Wanyan Liang, he had been maneuvering behind the scenes. All this time, he had never revealed his true skills. With the Murong family’s profound knowledge and his mastery of the 72 Ultimate Techniques of Shaolin, he could pass off as a disciple from various sects without exposing any flaws.
Yet in this moment of crisis, Guo Jing had forced him to use his family’s secret technique, revealing his identity. All his past efforts to remain hidden were instantly wasted. How could Murong Bo not be furious?