"Such decisiveness!"
Fu Qian was quite satisfied, as the hired muscle proved to be impressively powerful.
He had a profound experience with the power of this move.
According to Xiumeng, such a killer move that required the use of talismans to be certain of its release, was of considerably high rank.
So, although the "Saint" before him ranked much higher, Fu Qian wasn't very optimistic about Its resistance to this attack.
As it turned out, tongues, after all, are afraid of flames.
Upon hitting the target, the intense white dots of light instantly started to spread outwards.
Everywhere it passed, innumerable ghosts were seen vaporizing.
But something seemed a bit different!
The next moment, Fu Qian furrowed his brows slightly.
