"Foolish Monk Master?" Nangong Chong repeated after Yan Chixia while standing up.
One of the top three masters in the world admired by everyone like God, the Foolish Monk was the goal for almost every martial arts player!
A monk in a grey robe strode into the hall with both eyes gazing into Meng Qi's. Lights flashed out in midair like silver snakes, lighting up the Lanruo Temple and the forests nearby. The chilly wind stopped completely. The menacing atmosphere was gone. Thunder and lightning struck in the sky and everything became crystal clear.
Under such power, the witch and all those demons have no place to hide!
How can one have such great power and make such an impact without a stretch of hand or any other trick or device, but only by pulling Qi Ji? Not only Nangong Chong and Du Qinqin, but Yan Chixia were all shocked at what they have seen!
Such mighty power!
