"Hahaha! Tang Yi, you fool, you actually used your body to block the missile!"
Hearing Paine's voice, Qianye Guiyi suddenly stood up with a bang, walked to the bay window, and looked towards the site of the previous missile explosion.
Indeed, not far from the site of the explosion, a figure was wobbling, suspended above the sea surface.
However, it was an old monk in a kasaya, who had just intercepted the missile headed for the maritime police boat.
"Martial Dao Myth?" Qianye Guiyi said in a deep voice.
Being able to directly counter a missile could only be done by a mighty practitioner of the Martial Dao Myth. Even though sustaining some minor injuries, Tang Yi had integrated Zhiduoma as his external incarnation, so he didn't care about those injuries.
"Tang Yi?" Qianye Guiyi's eyes were sharp; he immediately spotted Tang Yi sitting cross-legged on top of Zhiduoma's head.
"Tang Yi!"
