"This..." The monk felt a slight pain in his earlobe, watching aghast as the black-robed person fell backward.
He broke out in a cold sweat from the fright.
He didn't know what that tiny object was that had penetrated the black-robed person's head, but he knew that if his own head had been shifted slightly...
Perhaps the one with a pierced head wouldn't have been that Black Robed Heretic, but him, Monk Zhi Kong!
With his eyebrows tightly furrowed, Monk Zhi Kong knew that the Black Robed Heretic was beyond saving.
His brain was probably turned to mush.
He turned around hastily.
And saw that behind him, not far away, two men and an ox had appeared at some point.
