With a bellow, the Daoist abruptly flung off his tattered cyan-colored robe that had become an encumbrance, while his hands directly generated two flames as he charged towards Qiao Mu.
Yet without even sparing him a glance, Qiao Mu raised her hands again, sending forth several dozen entangling green vines that instantly restricted the old Daoist's hands and feet.
A rivulet of water appeared in Qiao Mu's hand before transforming into a glimmering, awe-inspiring ice sword. She also pounced toward the old Daoist, slashing at him directly with her sword.
"Heh! How dare a mere ant show off before this old man!!" With a bellow, the fire spirit in the old Daoist's hands flared up, transforming into two soaring fire sparrows that swooped towards Qiao Mu's small body.
The little monk flicked his finger, directly flinging out two fireballs that obstructed the fire sparrows' path.
