Nie Caizhu was standing when a yellow light flashed across the ground before her, and a figure popped up from underground. A thick yellow staff as wide as a bowl mouth turned into a streak of yellow light, cleaving forward.
There was a thunderous boom, like a clap of thunder.
Under the interweaving of yellow light and black Qi, a hurricane surged toward the sky, with roiling Qi waves sweeping out in all directions.
At the center of the explosion, two figures flashed and shot out in opposite directions, each stabilizing their form after staggering a dozen or so feet away.
One of them was Liu Qing, her right hand bleeding profusely from her shattered fingernails.
However, this woman didn't care about the injuries on her hand at all, her eyes were fixed on the figure opposite her—it was Shen Luo.
Shen Luo held the Profound Yellow Staff in his hand, his face slightly pale, but he seemed much better off than Liu Qing.
