"Old trickster, stop right there!"
But this time, he wasn't as fortunate.
Woosh.......
The roar came from above the city gate. Before the fists of the Vajra Master had landed on the gate, a fierce silver light, affecting the airflow over a two to three-mile area, suddenly descended from high above, aiming directly at the top of his head.
Within the silver light was a silver Coiled Dragon Pattern Long Stick about a meter long. The fierce wind from the stick had already swept away the surrounding airflow, its mighty momentum descending like a mountain, reaching the top of the Vajra Master's head in an instant.
The Vajra Master merely raised his eyebrows a bit and did nothing.
Bang...
Clang...
As the long stick smashed against his head, making a sound like clashing metal, the Vajra Master's fist also struck the city gate again. A huge rumbling noise occurred simultaneously, enlarging the previously half-meter hole by a full thirty percent.
"Old thief, get lost!"
