Feng Qizheng had never imagined the old hag would actually dare raise a hand to him. On instinct, he shot out a hand and caught the staff as it swept toward him.

"You old hag, you dare swing a staff at me? If it weren't for your age, your father would twist your head right off... just like this lousy staff."

The words were barely out when there was a loud crack.

Feng Qizheng snapped the tiger's head clean off the staff.

The old clan head was stunned. She could hardly believe it.

This tiger-headed staff of hers was made of white hardwood, soaked in special oils until it was as hard as iron.

She'd once used it to snap an enemy's saber with ease.

And Feng Qizheng had just broken it off, like it was nothing.

Could this brainless lout be a master above the ranks altogether too?

Feng Qizheng tossed the tiger's head on the ground and then kicked it away.

That made the old clan head absolutely livid. She'd been pushed past all patience.

"You brainless lout, how dare you destroy this old one's staff..."

Before the words had even died away, she appeared in front of Feng Qizheng like a ghost, her hand flashing like lightning, and struck at his chest with her palm.

Feng Qizheng threw a punch.

Boom!!!

Fist met palm.

Feng Qizheng let out a muffled grunt and was blasted backward. He hit the ground a good ten feet away and rolled several times before he stopped.

The old clan head only staggered back a few steps before she steadied herself.

Xiao Yanxi was stunned.

Feng Qizheng was stunned too. He'd never imagined this old hag could knock him flying with one palm.

"Well, who'd have guessed? You damned old hag, you're a master above the ranks altogether?"

As he spoke, he scrambled to his feet, pulled the rebar from his belt and was about to charge back in.

Xiao Yanxi said quickly, "General Feng, don't do anything rash!"

They still needed the old clan head to save Ning Chen. They couldn't afford…