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The immense commotion was comparable to any disturbance outside the Imperial Palace, but even greater.
The deafening roar left the eardrums of everyone around buzzing.
Under the moonlight, the blood-red mushroom cloud was especially eye-catching.
It drew the gaze of countless people.
"Hey, Monk!" The One-armed Daoist, whose wounded arm had already been treated, looked at the distant scene in shock. He swallowed, asking, "That direction over there, doesn't it seem familiar?!"
The Big Monk, who had once been quite burly but was now as skinny as a bamboo pole, took a deep breath and replied, "If the monk is not mistaken, Daoist Fan Wu seemed to have headed in that direction, right?"
After those words fell, the two of them couldn't help but exchange a glance.
Could what was happening over there be what they imagined it could be?
It should...
It couldn't possibly be, after all, in their eyes, Daoist Fan Wu was extremely powerful.
