I had to admit, the long staff was surprisingly useful.
Jiang Yuechu planted one hand on the emerald-green Ten Directions Mountain and River Staff, her fingers twitching slightly.
She merely channeled a little of the energy within her into it.
And she could already faintly feel as though the mountains and rivers lay in the palm of her hand.
Though she had no idea what grade it was,
Jiang Yuechu suspected it was no ordinary treasure. It had to be a spirit weapon.
Meanwhile, Xu Liunian, sprawled at the bottom of the deep pit, was utterly incredulous.
Th-this... how was this possible?!
His strength was clearly comparable to that of a great cultivator at the Fifth Rank of Chess-Player.
So why was he still in such a sorry state before this white-robed girl... unable even to withstand a single blow from her?!
After countless years of patience and plotting, he was on the verge of completing his grand plan. How could he let it all come to ruin at the hands of some brat who had appeared from nowhere?!
"Ahhhhhhh—"
He suddenly braced himself on both arms, the blood qi throughout his body churning and burning like boiling water.
Even if it meant ruining his foundation, he would overturn the humiliation crushing him beneath its weight.
Blood-red light blazed.
It illuminated his entire body, making him look like a fiend crawling out of the Blood Sea.
Xu Liunian's face twisted as he slowly arched his body upward.
He strained against the crushing weight, heavy as a mountain, trying to rise to his feet again.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her eyes indifferently.
She looked down at the blood-red figure struggling violently beneath her feet.
She simply raised a hand and rested it against the emerald staff.
Then,
she slammed it down hard.