He stretched out a trembling hand and touched his own face that had been struck.
To his surprise, he did not feel the flesh and blood of his cheek.
Instead, he touched his own teeth.
And the hard bone underneath.
This…
Taoist Priest Yuan's heart was struck with terror. Could it be that half of his face had been smashed to pieces? He struggled to lift his head in horror and looked at Fan Wu, who was slowly walking towards him.
Having cultivated for over a hundred years, he had never seen such a bizarre situation, nor had he ever faced such a life-threatening danger.
He knew there might be some gap between himself and Fan Wu.
But he had not anticipated the gap to be so huge.
This man had simply slapped him with a casual hand, and he could not defend against it.
And what's more!
What on earth was that Magic Artifact?
How could it inflict such devastating damage on someone like him?
He couldn't understand.
