"You can tell fortunes too?" Ye Wudao asked with a surprised laugh.
"Of course, this poor monk has been enlightened, and with a pair of wise eyes, I discern the mortal realm!" the Demonic Monk said with a confidently beaming smile.
"Then can you see that tonight, you're going to die, you old bald donkey?" Ye Wudao mocked.
Ye Wudao's words instantly infuriated the Demonic Monk, his face twisted in anger as he clenched his Zen staff, sneering, "You brash child, spouting nonsense, seeking death!"
As he finished speaking!
The Demonic Monk leaped into the air, swinging the several-hundred-pound Zen staff, and viciously aimed it at Ye Wudao.
"Be careful!" Xia Wuwei warned, for the Demonic Monk was not weak, possessing the cultivation of a fifth-grade Great Grandmaster.
However, how could Ye Wudao take the Demonic Monk seriously.
He shifted his feet slightly, and the Zen staff, following the contour of his body, heavily smashed into the ground.
Bang!
