The little knife, trailing a streak of fiery light, descended through the air. Though it was still dozens of zhang above the sea, the surface seemed to be seized by some mysterious force. A groove appeared directly beneath the blade, parting the waves as it cleaved through them.
Patriarch Chijie let out a cold laugh and released the Netherstream Staff from his hand. Wisps of icy aura escaped from it as it clashed fiercely with the scarlet knife in midair.
The knife and staff tangled together at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow. Lu Xiaotian watched, dazzled, able to make out only two blurred shadows. The Nascent Soul Ancestors' attacks were truly astonishingly fast.
While the knife and staff fought fiercely, Hermit Cranevoice hurled a handful of dark red spiritual sand at Patriarch Chijie.
The sand shot into the air. With a boom, it transformed into countless bolts of lightning and tongues of fire, crackling as they threatened to engulf Patriarch Chijie.
"Thundershadow Flame-Gang Sand! You old bastard, so you really intend to fight me to the bitter end." Patriarch Chijie was both shocked and furious at the sight of the dark red sand. Afraid even a speck might touch him, he hurriedly retreated.
"Heh. You have your Netherstream Staff, but I haven't spent all these years idly either. I ventured deep into the Thunderfire Desert and had a master refiner craft this Thundershadow Flame-Gang Sand from Thundershadow Firestone. It took me decades just to gather the stones. Let's see how you like the power of my Thundershadow Flame-Gang Sand!"
Hermit Cranevoice gave a low shout. Countless grains of Flame-Gang Sand shot through the air, trailing clouds of poisonous thunderfire as they pursued Patriarch Chijie.
Patriarch Chijie's expression changed. He slapped the top of his head,