Hoo...
At that moment, the chubby Daoist burst out from the gray woods, his clothes torn apart, drenched in blood, and his face as pale as a piece of paper. Between his brows, that crimson line lingered, neither dispersing nor fading.
"Cui Hanyi, you actually used the Invincible Immortal Hand on me!?" the chubby Daoist snarled viciously.
Just that single strike had knocked him down an entire realm.
This is the terrifying and mysterious aspect of the technique.
"Chang Tie Liu, when Master was alive, I'd never considered you worth a damn. Now Master's been dead for years, you think I'd keep putting up with you?"
Cui Hanyi said coolly, "Spout one more word of nonsense, and you can go accompany Master."
"You..."
Chang Tie Liu's pudgy face twitched violently; his eyes flickered, and he ducked behind Thousand Machines, not daring to utter another word.
Because he knew, this lunatic would always do exactly what he said.
