"Monk, do you think you've won?" The Eight-armed God sneered as he leaned back, closed his eyes, and said indifferently, "You can stop me once, but can you stop me all the time?"
"Monk?"
The Eight-armed God, who had been trying to act cool, opened his eyes to look at Fangzheng, only to discover that he was already leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. It was unknown if he had even heard him.
The Eight-armed God immediately felt a sense of defeat.
"Eight-armed God, I've heard of the story from back then. I'm sorry for what you encountered," Xiaoxun's grandfather suddenly said.
The Eight-armed God coldly swept his gaze at him. "What do you know? What you know is whatever they allowed you to know. You have no idea what happened back then!"
"They said that you went mad during the competition and killed several people. Later, you were shot by the guards and fled into the sea."
"Heh heh. Do you believe such lies?"
