As Yin Le's techniques were displayed, they indeed carried an unparalleled majesty, even Cang Han and Fang Yong had to admit that this guy had something commendable about him.
"Hahaha, a ghost seal condensed with Dao traces? Is that all you've got? I'll thrash you, kid." Ren Xinghai laughed arrogantly, as a stroke of the green bamboo staff abruptly snapped in the midst of his laughter.
With a crisp "snap" sound, the ghost seal immediately bore a green mark, a mark resembling a sword scar, deeply imprinted into the ghost claw.
"What? How can this be!" Yin Le was terrified. No matter what, he hadn't expected that the opponent's attack would be so terrifying. Just the first blow had already damaged his ghost seal. "Hmph, don't worry, this is just an appetizer!"
