Yun Jiuqing felt that what happened tonight was like a dream, because she had watched with wide eyes as Daoist Priest Fan fiercely fought against the monstrous creature. The kinetic clash between muscle and dark magic was indescribable to her.
Even when Fan Wu had fought against the Witch Immortal previously, Yun Jiuqing only caught a glimpse of how Fan Wu overpowered the Witch Immortal in the last moment.
But this time, she had witnessed the entire process, from beginning to end, how Fan Wu dealt with the creature.
This left Yun Jiuqing utterly incredulous.
Could it really be possible to suppress the creature to such an extent merely with a pair of iron fists and a sword?
It seems only Daoist Priest Fan could achieve that, right?
Yun Jiuqing looked at her own small fists, which were actually not that weak, after all, she was a cultivator, so she certainly knew some martial arts.
However, if she were to rely solely on her small fists to fight against the creature...
