After being slapped by Yang Jing, Elder Mo Zha Ke's temper flared up.
He rubbed his face and shouted angrily at Yang Jing, "Young man, you've angered me. Next, I'll let you know the consequences of making me angry!"
After saying this, Mo Zha Ke raised his right hand holding his cane and straightened it towards Yang Jing's chest.
The tip of the cane was very sharp, gleaming with a piercing cold light.
It was conceivable that if it truly pierced the human body, it could penetrate flesh and blood in an instant, causing fatal damage.
"Bring it on!"
Facing Elder Mo Zha Ke's attack, Yang Jing was not flustered at all, but rather a little excited.
He was a genuine battle maniac, taking pleasure in fighting.
Yang Jing clenched his right fist and struck the side of the cane in a very mysterious trajectory.
This move was the Tai Chi Hammer of Ancient Martial Arts, extremely fierce and powerful.
