Boom!
A burst of thunderous energy cascaded down from the sky.
Zhou Zhenchuan couldn't help but look up in surprise and said, "What's happening?"
Ji Yuanxing's expression, on the other hand, became calm as he looked at the cascading energy and said, "The Eight Feet Flag produces the energies of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth continuously, disrupting the balance of the energy vortex. The Eight Feet Flag, after all, is a Taoist Artifact. Without its master's control, its energy will keep pouring out until the Taoist Artifact is completely destroyed."
Upon hearing this.
Zhou Zhenchuan was filled with shock.
He knew very well the immense energy a Taoist Artifact could generate—
"Old man... I've respected you enough, but you brought this upon yourself! Don't blame me—" Zhou Zhenchuan raised the hammer in his hand and struck towards Ji Yuanxing.
The weapon in Zhou Zhenchuan's hand was also a Taoist Artifact.
