The green-clothed youth had no intention of tangling with him further. Feeling utterly impatient, he drove the "Five Spirit White Carp Shuttle" downward for an attack. This treasure merely pecked at the golden light, piercing it like a thin cloth.
Once inside, the shuttle persisted, swinging its head and tail with a flick before transforming into a swift streak of light that shot straight through Pan Qing's chest.
Pan Qing's eyes widened in disbelief, his face full of astonishment. Clutching his chest, he staggered back two steps. Looking down at the jade pearl in his hand, which had already crumbled to dust, he let out a final cry before collapsing backward.
The green-clothed youth raised his hand, summoning the spirit shuttle. The shuttle reluctantly circled in the air before obediently returning to his grasp.
