Lu Xun never expected to see such a hairstyle hidden beneath the high priest's felt hat.
"This bald look is quite unique," Lu Xun thought to himself.
The felt hat, propelled away by the intensity of the fight, was quickly torn apart by the residual force of the Sword Qi, disappearing amid the sword's light.
The blue-black specks sprayed from the large hole in the split-arm clone's chest, causing the entire body to wither instantly.
He was "leaky."
The blue-black specks dispersed around, leaving a major hollow in the clone's torso. Consequently, its entire back arched, looking somewhat misshapen.
Ignoring the high priest's murky eyes, his appearance was that of a typical innocent boy. Now, however, he looked like a crippled and deformed child.
Mao Nanbei, wielding the Demon Blade—the Bodhisattva's Hoar, observed from atop a paper crane for quite some time.
She was well aware that her abilities were leagues apart from the high priest's, meaning she rarely got a chance to fight.
