He had already discerned that this was a master swordsman, whose presence exerted pressure no less than Cheng Jianxian in his prime.
Using the Protective Magical Artifact was merely a move to buy time.
Master Tian Qi clasped the wooden paddle in his hands, and with a flick from side to side, the iron chains outside the bronze coffins on the boat broke one by one.
Poof~
Black gas immediately seeped out from the cracks of the coffins.
He then removed the Magic Conch from his waist, forming a Mantra with his left hand, holding the Magic Conch with his right, and blew into it with puffed cheeks.
The tune resembled the work songs of the ship workers on the river.
Boom boom boom!
The coffin lids exploded in succession, and several pale figures howled out, revealing themselves to be water ghosts, their bodies slippery and nails and eyeballs pitch black. Wrapped in thick Yin Fog, they charged at the "Chengdu Hero".
