"Fellow Daoist, give it your all," Li Ping'an said solemnly, "We will stop at the slightest touch, there's no need for such courtesy."
"Hahaha! Fine! Then dodge my staff!"
With a loud shout from Yu Yingshu, his body leaped tens of meters like a fierce tiger, his Demon-Subduing Pestle gleaming with brilliant golden light, and even the sound of chanting echoed in Li Ping'an's ears.
Has he integrated the Western Sect's Demon-Subduing Technique into his physical martial skills?
Li Ping'an knew he couldn't dodge at this moment, or he would invite a thunderous blow. He clenched his left hand, bent his knees for a leap, and a silver-white long spear appeared in his hand, his body soaring like a dragon emerging from the sea, the spear tip thrusting straight at Yu Yingshu's shoulder!
"Well brought!"
The golden light around Yu Yingshu swelled as he lifted the Demon-Subduing Pestle and smashed it straight down. The move seemed monotonous, but it was full of hidden variations.
