Nangong Wuque Clutching his Chrysanthemum!

The long black stick spun in the air, making chilling whistling sounds. The image was extremely shocking.

The members of the audience were all shocked. That elderly was actually this powerful and sturdy? The stick split into several, causing those who were watching to shudder.

Flames surged toward the heavens and clashed constantly with the long stick. The collision caused flames to scatter around.

High up in the air, Grandmaster Xuan Ming's eyes held a complicated gaze. His entire figure was like a human flame, and with a wave of his palm, the flames began to twist and turn. Soon, they morphed into a huge maw, which then made its way to bite the skinny elder.

The old man's eyes narrowed, and he waved his hands, causing the black poles to condense into a very huge pole in an instant. As soon as the huge pole was formed, it directly smashed apart the flaming maw that Grandmaster Xuan Ming had created.