Su Xiuyi's expression flickered as he stared at the black skull. Suddenly, rays of brilliant light began to swirl across his feather fan.
"East flows the great river, its waves washing away the heroes of antiquity!"
With a low cry, he swept his feather fan forward. The image of mountains and flowing water upon it seemed to spring to life, instantly transforming into a torrent of green light that unfurled across the heavens. This ocean of green light surged violently, crashing down upon the black skull.
Battered by the torrent, the skull was thrown into disarray, letting out a series of howls. The black smoke roiling around it erupted with a string of muffled explosions.
BOOM!
