Handing over the short blade, Jiaang Jing quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze.
Chu Ming paid little attention, channeling the Qi and Blood Power, he gripped the short blade and sliced towards the wrist guards.
Not leaving a trace of a mark, if he exerted just a bit more force, the short blade would be destroyed.
The defensive power was indeed astounding.
Chu Ming thought of the initial attacks; it seemed that Teng Sect always used their wrists to block, relying on these wrist guards.
Moonlight shone on the wrist guards, the silver sheen gleaming more brightly, and a few small characters surfaced inside the wrist guards.
"Silver Moon Wrist Guards..."
Whether the Blood-Colored Bell has lost its function or not, these two items themselves are considered fine treasures.
After securing the two items, Chu Ming looked up towards The Medicine Maniac.
"Yao Qi..." he spoke with a voice tinged with coldness.
It was time to deal with The Medicine Maniac.
