It clinged and clanged in Qiao Mu's hand before suddenly flying forward and spitting out a surging inferno in Hong Jinchuan's face.
Hong Jinchuan raised his saber to block, but the ferule squarely severed the mystic weapon in his hands into two. The top part of the saber stabbed into the ground with a thud.
Hong Jinchuan's eyes shot out a trace of fury. The instant his body barreled forth, he mustered up all the mystic energy in his body to wickedly strike Qiao Mu in the head.
Yet at the last second, a faint, bluish-white apparition leaped out from the ferule and abruptly blocked this old man's ferocious fist head-on before the little fellow.
"Bam!" Hong Jinchuan paled in fright. He spewed out a mouthful of blood as his body flew backwards while somersaulting uncontrollably.
