"A joke! How could your pathetic life ever compare to the Jiao Scale Pill?" the black-robed old monk revealed his brutal side.
He was all smiles with the strong!
He was brutal and merciless with the weak!
"Kill him!" ordered the black-robed old monk.
A Sixth Grade Battle Spirit monk brandishing a long staff took the lead in attacking Ye Wudao, swinging with astonishing power.
"Lord of the North, be careful!" War Madman shouted.
Right as the loyal servants, Shan and E, were about to take action, they were stopped by Ye Wudao; "Leave these bald donkeys to me to kill!"
"Yes, sir!" The two powerful servants respectfully stepped back.
Watching the monk charging towards him, Ye Wudao threw a punch.
Though the punch seemed simple, it contained an extremely terrifying power.
Bang!
In an instant, the long staff in the monk's hands shattered, and Ye Wudao's dreadful punch, undiminished, swept through the monk's body like a tornado.
