"Daoist Fan Wu!" Xing Fengzi watched in shock as Fan Wu was sent flying by a sword strike—he couldn't even see how far Daoist Priest Fan had flown, only that he had crashed into a great mountain.
He turned his head to look at the Divine Envoy of The Great Revered One, Xing Fengzi didn't know... whether the other party was still the Divine Envoy.
Because he could sense that the aura of the other had changed.
Especially during the conversation between the other and Daoist Priest Fan previously.
He vaguely heard a few words...
"Hiss!!" A flash of insight struck Xing Fengzi's mind, and he couldn't help but exclaim in horror, "Not good! That guy... is no longer the Divine Envoy under The Great Revered One! He has summoned the Evil God to descend!"
"That is to say, what Daoist Priest Fan is facing now is not some Divine Envoy, but an Evil God descended from The Great Revered One!"
