Facing his master's strongest Daoist art, the Mysterious Heart True Method, the Myriad Methods Return to One Incantation.
The opponent still did not dodge.
His master seized the moment and brought down his weapon, powerful astral energy surging around it.
With a deafening bang, his master's iron hook came crashing down, while the opponent still raised a single arm to block it.
In an instant, yin winds roiled and black qi billowed.
Amid the flying sand and stones, Uncle Yu and I could barely keep our eyes open.
We saw that even after his master unleashed such an incantation, he had still failed to crush his opponent.
He had merely knocked aside the opponent's arm. The iron hook followed through and cut the ghost's face.
The opponent staggered back several steps before regaining his footing...
Seeing this, we both sucked in a cold breath again.
His master's strongest strike had only forced him back and broken through his one-handed defense, leaving no more than a bloody gash across his face?
That was only because the Rakshasa Ghost in black had been too arrogant and blocked head-on with one hand.
If he had fought seriously, cautiously, or even carefully,
his master might not have been able to hurt him at all...
As Uncle Yu and I stared in disbelief, his master launched another attack.
The Rakshasa Ghost in black merely gave a cold snort.
"Had enough fun!"
As he spoke, he vanished in a flash.
His master was shocked, but the opponent had already appeared at his side and threw a punch at him.
There was no time to block with the Black Umbrella. His master could only raise the iron hook with one hand to defend himself.
The result was another explosive bang.
As energy erupted, his master was sent