Under the intense pressure from Qing Chengyue, Dongfang Meng could no longer hold back; relying solely on the other martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect simply could not withstand Qing Chengyue's attacks. She now felt that Qing Chengyue, who was hailed as the most rare martial arts genius of the Ancient Martial Sects in the past few centuries, was truly formidable, her power immensely vast and unfathomable. It seemed likely that, by now, the battle between the two had reached a fever pitch, enough to shatter an entire mountain with the collision of their energy. And Qing Chengyue might not yet have exerted her full strength. Dongfang Meng became gravely serious, with a hint of worry— if she lost and was killed by Qing Chengyue, it would be a minor issue, but then the Ancient Tomb Sect would lose its lineage, and who would fulfill her master's dying wish?