&Quot; go! &Quot; Zhao Hai shouted in a deep voice. The Buddhist staff in his hand changed from a smash to a sweep, and he swept it directly toward the heavenly demonic sect disciple. The heavenly demonic sect's disciple's body suddenly fell forward, avoiding Zhao Hai's horizontal sweep. At the same time, his abdominal muscles trembled. Like a venomous snake pouncing on its prey, he pounced straight at Zhao Hai, his hands aiming for Zhao Hai's chest.
The monk staff in Zhao Hai's hand suddenly stood upright, blocking in front of him. At the same time, the hand holding the monk staff struck forward, punching the heavenly demonic sect disciple.
