The purple-robed Daoist had already become vexed. A new weapon appeared in his hand.
A brownish scepter engraved with mysterious runes and also decorated with a fierce dragon's head, but it seemed to be made from mud.
With a grunt, the purple-robed man slashed forward with the scepter at Tian Xueyang. As predicted, Tian Xueyang easily shook off the attack.
The remnant energy from the scepter slash delved downward immediately, causing a series of explosions to ring out around the surroundings.
One must know that this was a fearsome attack, yet Tian Xueyang managed to dodge it with ease despite being in close range.
Tian Xueyang still maintained the icy and aloof look on his face. There was even contempt in his eyes.
By the time he reappeared, he returned the attack.
He casually stretched his palm and condensed about seven ice shards. The seven flickered with cold hellish aura that betrayed their immaculate white appearance.
