A punch landed on Master Goat Whiskers, whether good or bad, he didn't stop. He lifted his leg and kicked the unconscious Kunlun Cultivator. His body struggled to stand amidst the nearby trees, striking at Bai A.
Fortunately, the white flowers grew faster. As Ye Fengsheng approached, he raised his left hand in advance, swinging a block. The short dagger he held in his right hand turned, stirring up a gust of wind.
Ye Fengsheng's short sword began to bully the body. The simple blade was filled with Spiritual Energy, flowing with a blue watercolor aura.
Under the hazy moonlight and water-colored reflections, the expressions of the two were completely different. The short-haired monk fought for his life, while Ye Fengsheng's voice was light, somewhat like a cat playing with a mouse.
