This walking stick looks very ordinary and featureless, but the instant Qin Yuesheng's fist made contact with it, he realized that this item was by no means an ordinary object!
The force of Qin Yuesheng's punch was completely absorbed without reservation, rendering his fist harmless to Duke Xuanming.
"Young man, you're too hot-tempered. Come, let's have a cup of tea together. Such a temper is not good for the young," Duke Xuanming continued with a smiling face.
Qin Yuesheng would never listen to his words. He immediately reached into his waist Xu Mibag, drew out the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and slashed at Duke Xuanming's shoulder.
Seeing Qin Yuesheng being stubborn and ignoring his advice, Duke Xuanming's face instantly turned cold, no longer smiling.
"I was talking to you nicely; why won't you listen?"
