Fang Jianxing retreated continuously, then seized the moment to stomp on the plow-stick head. Behind him, two black tendrils shot out, crescent-shaped like scimitars, aiming for the Arhat's neck!
The Arhat wouldn't give Fang Jianxing this chance. The white jade pillar was not only indestructible, but in His hands, it was flexible and transformative, full of potential.
He immediately moved the rod forward, his empty left arm emanating a green glow like "parting grass to find a snake," splitting apart the two black crescent blades.
As the stick head was stepped on by Fang Jianxing, the rod bent into an "n" shape. The Arhat's eyes narrowed, perfectly utilizing the elastic change of the white jade pillar, reclining as He kicked towards the front end of the white jade pillar.
The tremendous force conducted by the rod head sprang upwards like "Jiang Taigong fishing"!
Fang Jianxing hesitated, unsure whether to release his foot or keep it there. In the moment of indecision—
Bang!
