Mount Tai's Eighteen Bends.
It was only the thirteenth bend when Jian Chu had already torn his opponent's clothes, pointing out the end.
He had five more powerful moves not yet used, evident of a gap between the two rivals.
"Truly worthy of being Taoist Brother Tianmen's top disciple," Mo Da praised.
Tianmen's face was flushed with pride, yet he modestly shook his head:
"No, he's still inadequate."
Crane Hand Lu Bai slightly furrowed his brows. His disciple had just been defeated.
Though it wasn't surprising that his disciple lost given their difference in seniority, Lu Bai was still dissatisfied.
"The Mount Tai's Eighteen Bends are indeed formidable."
Lu Bai praised before adding, "Shanji, your junior brother did not master the Xuanlian Sword Style well. You go and try the Taishan Sect's advanced moves."
"Yes!" A burly disciple stepped forward instantly.
Wan Shanji, although not the second disciple of the Sect Leader, was Lu Bai's second disciple.