Master Xuhui gave a faint smile, and his golden alms bowl slowly levitated into the air. If it were to descend with force, the grey-robed Daoist’s skull would be crushed to dust!
"What kind of technique is this... Could Master Xuhui be an Elixir Qi Martial Artist?" Fang Qingyao watched in a daze.
Although their clash had been brief, the techniques they displayed were startling. As for the golden bowl emitting such light, what could it be, and why could it remain suspended in mid-air?
Chapter 22