Elder Qingqiu's thoughts were quite straightforward.
Through the young man's punch earlier, it had already roughly figured out the opponent's true strength.
Perhaps others couldn't understand, but Qingqiu was well-versed in various miscellaneous studies.
There was nothing peculiar about it; the opponent was merely a Body Refining Martial Arts Master.
As for cultivation level, in any case, he definitely wouldn't be able to withstand its own palm strike, so there was no need to rush.
Just be careful not to be caught off guard by any hidden moves the opponent may have.
Once it clearly saw what it was dealing with, it could easily toy with and kill the youngster.
The moss-green turtle shell-like pattern rapidly expanded, intercepting the dark light and attempting to envelop it.
But it shattered even faster than it appeared.
It didn't even last for the duration of a single breath.
Shen Yi swept past the shattered turtle shell, stepping on air, and arrived beneath the fox's head.
