The black-robed magician's face looked extremely ugly. The moment Jin Jian appeared, he realized just how terrible his situation was.
Priest Zhu Dian, prized as a direct disciple of the "Old Heavenly Master," often possessed combat power that exceeded his realm.
But… why?
Logically, with Jin Jian's status, there was no need for her to heed the court's commands.
Moreover, it was just a case of a "firearms craftsman"—was there a need to use a cleaver to kill a chicken?
Could it be that the Empress favored this pretty boy, thus specially ordering Priest Zhu Dian to protect him?
This was the most reasonable explanation.
"Right," Zhao Douan said with a smile, adding fuel to the fire, "the very principle you just taught me: never underestimate your opponent."
The boomerang had just left its sheath, still warm, when it ruthlessly stabbed into the magician's heart.
That hurts, buddy...
Without hesitation, the black-robed magician's Daoist robe abruptly inflated, ballooning out.
