Liu Ming's eyes narrowed as he casually waved his hand. His fingers brushed lightly over the sword pouch at his waist before quickly tapping it, sending several incantations onto the pouch.
A golden beam of light shot forth from the sword pouch, instantly transforming into a golden sword ray more than ten yards long.
With a wave of his hand, Liu Ming cast a sword technique. The golden sword ray blurred and suddenly split into seven or eight identical sword rays that slashed toward the crimson fireball.
The golden sword light flashed repeatedly, cleaving the crimson fireball into several shards with destructive force. The fireball shattered violently, but its interior was empty — the red-haired youth was nowhere to be seen.
A flicker of surprise flashed through Liu Ming's eyes. In the next moment, his expression changed as he stomped hard on the ground, launching his body backward in retreat.
