Wang Pan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, realizing that his Flying Sword had somehow lost its connection with him. He was instantly both shocked and enraged, shouting, "Zhang Yan, I know that Master Sun's lineage specializes in Mist Concealment and snatching Flying Swords. Brother Ning must have also taught you a few spells. But don't think that just because you've learned some minor magic techniques and are hiding in the mist, I can't deal with you!"
With a loud roar, he extended both hands in a claw-like gesture. The sand and stones within ten zhang were drawn toward him by a surge of Qi Mechanism. Dry branches and small pebbles floated in midair, gathering around him. Having reached the Ming Qi Second Realm, he could effortlessly manipulate objects weighing over a hundred catties within this range—let alone these fragments of stone or broken branches. With a sweeping motion of his large sleeves, these scattered stones and leaves shot out in all directions.
