The old man was furious. When had he ever been so passive here, especially being suppressed and beaten by a young man? Suddenly, his whole body blazed with Heavenly Light as he counterattacked fiercely.
Quickly, he became alarmed. The young man across from him had changed his earlier crazed demeanor. The long-handled Wujin Hammer, though still forceful and vigorous, now exhibited an astonishing change; it no longer resembled a hammer technique, but a sword skill.
As Qin Ming rapidly swung the Big Hammer, his wrist was also violently shaking, as if vibrating a blade. When the Big Hammer smashed down, it buzzed, carrying afterimages, and when it hit the blade, it possessed a terrifying tearing force.
The long blade in the old man's hand was nearly twisted out of his grasp, his expression became solemn.
