"You have really big guts to travel slowly on your Time Plate. You even dare to stop and wait for your fat grandfather." Following the voice was a tall and fat monk appearing in front of the Time Plate.
Mo Wuji didn't even bother keeping the Time Plate as he looked at this fat monk, "A mere Unity God Level 7? Someone will turn you into minced meat very soon."
"Hahaha…" The fat monk laughed out loud before replying, "Your fat grandfather does want to see who can turn me into minced meat."
"He is right because I really can turn you into minced meat…" After this voice was heard, an elemental hand descended from above.
This fat monk sensed that the space around him seemed to be frozen as fear appeared in his eyes. When did Dark World have such an expert?
"Please stop…" The fat monk only said two words and this elemental hand turned him into a fog of blood. A bead dropped and Mo Wuji caught hold of it.
