A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes as the Canglong Staff suddenly flew out of his Sea of Consciousness. With a clasp of his left hand in the air, he grasped the long staff crosswise and swept it gently in front of him. The Ape Demon's phantom behind him mimicked his movement exactly, as if it too was wielding a golden staff thousands of feet long, lightly sweeping forward.
Experiencing the full strength of a Sub-Saint of Martial Dao for the first time, although Hou Yuxiao felt a twinge of pain from squandering a hundred million merits, the thought of being able to directly eliminate a powerful Broken Realm figure from Leiyin Temple filled him with hardly containable excitement.
