Fan Wu sheathed his sword, then picked up the City God's Command.
Finally, he remarked with a sigh, "Thanks be to the generosity of nature!"
This exclamation came from the heart.
...
On the other side.
Monk Zhi Kong had once again fallen into a stupor. This time, it wasn't due to any external or internal injuries but because he had witnessed with wide eyes the ferocious and valiant display of Daoist Priest Fan.
It left him utterly dumbstruck!
The polar reversal in the exchange of offense and defense was too much for him to process, making his head buzz and whirl.
In his mind, the impression that "the Witch Immortal is extremely terrifying" still lingered.
The Witch Immortal's image of weirdness and horror rose to boundless heights in Monk Zhi Kong's heart through the spectacle of leveling the government office to the ground.
In the eyes of Monk Zhi Kong, the Witch Immortal was the most savage and eerie being in the world!
And then, this most savage and eerie being...
