Poxun chuckled bitterly, "Ancestor, you are not aware, the one pursuing me is named Tang Sanzang."
Crack!
The second sword in the hands of the Nether River Ancestor broke. His eyes bulging, the Nether River Ancestor asked, "You said his name is what?"
Poxun replied, "Tang Sanzang."
The Nether River Ancestor trembled, "He... What does he look like?"
Poxun said, "He's a baldy wearing a Kasaya..."
The Nether River Ancestor paused, his breath steadying as he rolled his eyes and said, "It turns out he's a disciple of Buddhism... The cultivation technique of Buddhism and my Blood Sea and Nether River method mutually restrain each other, but it's somewhat unreasonable that you were defeated by a junior like him. Come here..."
Poxun moved closer, and the Nether River Ancestor casually opened a cut on Poxun's chest, from which blood dripped and transformed into a mirror made of blood midair.
The Nether River Ancestor touched it lightly, and the blood mirror immediately rippled.
