The clash between the Artifact Spirit and the fist punches immediately unleashed intense power.
Xiao Zhan was prepared in his mind; although the old man didn't have an Artifact Spirit, daring to clash head-on with a Demon Beast meant his strength should not be underestimated. He wielded the scythe with all his might.
However, to his surprise, the old man seemed to be all bark and no bite. Their collision lasted barely half a second before the old man was sent flying by Xiao Zhan.
With a thud, he crashed into the stone wall.
He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood that instantly stained his white beard red.
The old man stood up, his expression somewhat shocked; this young lad, clearly with only Second Grade Spirit Manipulation Energy, but the power he burst forth with was comparable to Third Grade!
He felt secretly aggrieved.
"Old man, calm down. We are here to slay the Demon Beast, not to kill you."
