Han Changming raised his right hand, and a streak of golden light shot out before vanishing from sight.
Green light flared across the green-robed old man's body, extinguishing the green flames covering him.
With a flash of golden light, a small golden bell appeared above the green-robed old man's head—the Golden Flood Dragon Bell.
Han Changming formed a hand seal, and the Golden Flood Dragon Bell swelled dramatically in size, trapping the green-robed old man beneath it.
The Golden Flood Dragon Bell crashed into the ground, with more than half of it sinking underground.
A series of ringing clangs echoed out!
The Golden Flood Dragon Bell shook violently. Thick, long cracks spread across the ground, widening without end.
A fist imprint bulged from the Golden Flood Dragon Bell, soon followed by a second. Fine cracks appeared across the bell's surface.
Han Changming's expression darkened. He raised his right hand, sending out a small brick that flashed with yellow light and instantly expanded.
The moment the massive yellow brick appeared above the Golden Flood Dragon Bell, the black scroll emitted eerie ghostly wails. The ghosts within the scroll spat out streams of black threads, which wrapped around the massive yellow brick and dragged it into the black scroll.
Han Changming frowned. It seemed that treasures could not deal with the green-robed old man; he could only resort to divine abilities.
With a tremendous boom, the Golden Flood Dragon Bell shattered into pieces. The green-robed old man broke free, though his aura was feeble, as though he had suffered grievous damage to his vitality.
The moment the green-robed old man escaped, the roar of raging waves rang out. A blue river surged toward him like a blue spear, seemingly intent on piercing him clean through.
Countless azure thorns burst from the ground