It had to be said, this long staff was unexpectedly handy.
Jiang Yuechu rested one hand on the emerald-green Ten Directions Mountains-and-Rivers Staff, her fingertips shifting slightly.
She merely channeled a little of the energy within her into it.
And she vaguely felt as though all the mountains and rivers lay within her grasp.
Although she did not know its exact grade.
Jiang Yuechu suspected that this thing was no ordinary magical treasure. It had to fall within the category of spirit artifacts.
Meanwhile, Xu Liunian lay in the deep pit, utterly incredulous.
This... how was this possible!
His strength clearly rivaled that of a great cultivator at the chessmaster five pieces level.
So why was he still so utterly helpless before this white-robed girl... unable to withstand even a single blow!
Countless years of patience and plotting were about to bear fruit. How could it all come crashing down at the hands of some wretched girl who had appeared out of nowhere!
"Aaaaaah-"
He abruptly braced himself on both arms, his blood energy churning like boiling water and burning fiercely.
Even if it meant completely destroying his foundation, he would throw off this humiliation weighing on his back.
Bloody light blazed.
It illuminated his entire body, making him look like a fiend that had crawled out of a sea of blood.
Xu Liunian's face twisted as his body slowly arched upward.
He forced himself against the mountain-heavy pressure, trying to stand again.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her eyes indifferently.
She watched the blood-red figure struggling violently beneath her.
Then she casually raised her hand and laid it against the emerald shaft.
Then.
She slammed it down hard.
"What are you making such a racket for? Stay quiet."
Bang!
Another heavy crash erupted inside the ancestral hall.
His body, which had