The Ink Pool Sword that was flicked away brought about an uncatchable shadow with a light swipe of An Le's finger. It was like a bee that had burrowed into the flowers and shuttled through and danced at high speed!
Monk Fakong's expression did not change. He kept tapping with the burning iron rod, and sparks of fire kept bursting out. A series of crisp and subtle sounds kept echoing between the sparks!
It was even clearer than the sound of rain falling from the roof, and more urgent than the fluttering of wild bees!
After a short confrontation, the rain continued to fall.
A smile appeared on Monk Fakong's face. "Amitabha. Benefactor… If that's all, I'll begin to exorcise you."
Before he could finish speaking, Monk Fakong's body actually swelled up. The smile on his face disappeared and became ferocious and angry, like an angry Golden Arhat.
