Situ Mo only stared at him for a couple of glances, seemingly recognizing something, and said in a low voice,
"Taoist Fellow... You certainly are brave, I don't need to kill you, just as long as you suffer some serious injuries..."
As he spoke, he diverted his attention, but his hands had already secretly begun to form a spell, with six different spell gestures switching swiftly, locking his forefinger, the other three fingers fitting closely together, and the Golden Blade once again leaped out into his palm.
"It's that spell!"
Li Yuanjiao had suffered a setback from this spell before, already silently readied his sword, but saw the sea's surface below split open as a muscular, shiny-headed, bright red monk burst forth, holding a staff, swinging it down fiercely.
