"How dare you!" Mo Qingyuan could endure no longer. Pointing at the bamboo in midair, he roared, "Xiao Hua, you have gone too far in bullying this old man! Taste this old man's Flying Wood Dragon Guillotine!"
With a "whoosh," the bamboo abruptly shrank to a little over three inches long. It flashed with an unusual azure light in midair, transforming into a tiny dragon shape as it pounced at Xiao Hua!
"Hmph, Senior truly turns his back on people without a second thought!" Xiao Hua sneered. He slapped his forehead, and the Town Cloud Seal flew crookedly out of his body, releasing an earthy yellow radiance that protected his entire body!
"A magic treasure? You... you actually have a magic treasure?" Mo Qingyuan's expression changed drastically. With a point of his finger, the Wood Dragon Shears halted in midair! He then carefully examined the Town Cloud Seal and sneered. "Your magic treasure is being affected by this Yuanmagnetic force. With the magic power of your Qi Refining cultivation, how long do you think you can sustain it?"
"Hahaha!" Xiao Hua laughed loudly. "How long? This junior never intended to hold out for long! So long as this junior sees no hope, my storage pouch will immediately explode. Everything within it—spirit stones, medicinal pills, and those puppets that already bear the surname Xiao—will all vanish like smoke and clouds before this poor Daoist perishes!"
"Haha!" Mo Qingyuan pointed at the Wood Dragon Shears, and they transformed back into bamboo and flew into his hand. Smiling, he said, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, this old man merely wished to show you his methods, so that you would know cooperating with this old man will certainly benefit you. There was no other meaning. Do not misunderstand, Fellow Daoist!"
"Of course not, of course not!"