Bang!
A muffled boom once again echoed through the forest.
Chilling palms bloomed, umbrella blades spiraled, and wherever Heavenly Ruined Finger passed, it left holes the size of knuckles; anyone slow to react would likely be ruthlessly pierced through.
"Rainy Pear Blossom Needle!"
Staring intently, the thick Spiritual Energy showed no signs of depletion, madly infusing into the Magic Treasure in his palm, the dense Golden Needles, each carrying a whistling sound, assaulted the face.
Both hands parted, the youth immersed himself entirely within the profound Sword Intent, and the three-foot green peak in his hand instantly suspended and spun rapidly, shielding all golden needles like a wall.
But that was not all.
Another finger pointed towards the youth, this time it was not the index finger from earlier, but the stoutest and strongest thumb.
A fierce light flashed in the youth's eyes too, who had always been holding the Water Technique in his hands, now finally changed.
