He might be able to gain more experience from Heavenly Wolf, but to Han Muye, who had maxed out his comprehension, it was dispensable.
He was not even as good as Daoist Dayan as a master by his side.
Deng Chungang raised his hand, and three yellow sword pills appeared in his palm.
Han Muye did not take them.
He raised his hand, and the Eight Treasures Ruyi in his palm turned into an ink brush.
"The mountains, rivers, and old friends are far away, and the wind is like a blade traversing 10,000 miles!"
Between heaven and earth, a saber beam slashed down on Deng Chungang's head.
Deng Chungang was stunned. He rolled and crawled to escape the range of the saber beam.
"Yan Mountain's moon is like a hook, its valleys are like a saber."
A crescent blade brushed past Deng Chungang's head and cut off his bun.
"What do you mean by that, kid?" Deng Chungang growled, and a snow-white sword light rose from his hand.
