The layers of starlight were extinguished, the infinite stars of the night sky seemingly shattering all at once.
Nong Yuxuan looked bemusedly at the dark green bamboo cane in Yan Zhaoge's hand that had taken him completely unawares, that he was completely unable to get his head around.
It possessed no powerful aura.
It possessed no mighty spiritual qi fluctuations.
It possessed no profound, abstruse concept.
No matter how one looked at it, this was a bamboo cane that really couldn't be any more ordinary, as if it had been casually pulled out of just any random bamboo forest.
However, a blow from this perfectly innocuous-looking bamboo cane had caused the radiance of the low-grade Sacred Artifact, the Heavenly Starlight Armour, to grow dim.
Nong Yuxuan could even feel that the connection between him and the Heavenly Starlight Armour had grown much weaker as a result.