Tang Shiyao watched in continuous amazement, well aware of the marvelous intricacies in the tune. She hadn't expected that Ling Tianyu would dare to directly confront it head-on. How strong he was!
The old man, still playing the long flute, had been shocked into forgetfulness. Half of "Peach Snow Tune" had passed, yet he had not defeated him, which left him somewhat displeased.
After all, he hadn't witnessed the Divine Doctor's Medical Technique for himself, and was merely shocked at the strength that Ling Tianyu had already shown.
The end of the tune concealed various lethal threats, and even dared to directly shatter the Flying Knives formed by the melody with a punch. His fists were indeed hard enough.
The tune was still playing, and Ling Tianyu stood steady as a rock atop the pavilion, listening to each note. "Peach Snow Tune" had entered a phase of calm, but Ling Tianyu saw the deadly dangers behind this tranquility.
