Bu Fang jumped in fright at the sound of the roar.
He stood rooted to the ground, dazed, as the thin person rushed toward him brandishing a wok.
It was usually Bu Fang who would smash others with the wok, but this day it was the reverse… This strange twist of fate left even Bu Fang speechless.
That thin person wore a malicious appearance. Despite his small frame, he advanced with the vigor of a tiger. Wielding the wok, it was almost as if he could smash the air apart.
The aura of this thin man was not strong. With Bu Fang at his current level, he could easily feel that his opponent's cultivation was only that of a Supreme-Being and not even that of one at its peak.
To Bu Fang, someone of this caliber posed no danger. Bu Fang eyed him coldly. Behind him, a pair of purple eyes gleamed. Whitey took a step forward, ruthlessly waving its fan-shaped palms
A bang reverberated through the air and the thin man's wok was sent flying.
