"Today, let me show you the cost of running your mouth!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked Qing Dai.
In his slender, jade-like hands, he held a snow-white brush that emitted golden light, effortlessly blocking all of Guan Lin's attacks and sending him flying.
The houses here had protective barriers, yet Guan Lin still managed to smash the gatehouse.
Such was the force of his blow.
Qing Dai hid behind Nan Xian and stuck her tongue out at him, "Loser! Give me back my skirt!"
"Ha, dream on! You don't deserve to wear it!"
Blood trickled from the corners of Guan Lin's mouth as he casually wiped it away.
After standing up, he attacked Nan Xian again.
Nan Xian was currently a soul, inherently weak, but he could borrow the power of the Divine Pen. His body had already undergone Ascension, so Guan Lin stood no chance against him.
Within a few moves, Nan Xian remained unmoved, and Guan Lin was severely injured.
"Ah! Nan Nan, the handsome! You're just too cool!"
