Whether in terms of quality or quantity, the monks simply couldn't match the opponent. This was a disheartening fact for them, but it also ignited in them a longing for the West Xi Lan Continent, beyond tens of thousands of miles of maritime border.
"Is this how Great Cultivators combat?"
Seeing the monk, who transformed into a three-headed, six-armed Heavenly Dragon performing demonic suppression, and fearlessly facing off with the city god of Underworld with no side falling short, Feng Qing'an felt as if he had found the gate to a new world, his eyes twinkling.
"What a joke! How many can fight like this baldy? Do you think the treasures he possesses are made out of mud?"
Upon hearing Feng Qing'an's words, the old beggar immediately shook his head in denial, not wanting to create any misconceptions for the young boy beside him,
