The other two two-star Pill Masters just sat back and watched, with no intention of intervening.
There was no helping it; like most Pill Masters, they had average martial arts talents, bolstered solely by elixirs. So, even if they wanted to step in, it was impossible—they could only watch as events unfolded.
Bang!
Qu Pofeng's palm struck Shi Hao's forearm, yet the scene he imagined where his opponent's arm would break did not happen. On the contrary, he only felt a pain in his palm as it recoiled.
What?
Before he could even process his thoughts, Shi Hao had already grabbed his neck, holding him as feebly as a little chicken.
He couldn't believe it—he was a practitioner of the Seven Steps to Nourish the Soul, and Shi Hao looked no older than seventeen or eighteen. How could he have practiced for long enough to overpower him?
"Let him go!" the two two-star Pill Masters hurriedly shouted, "You dare challenge those above you!"