'So this is the Insect Dao?'
The assault just now wasn't a physical one. It was more like Yang An's body had been disassembled, cut into pieces, and scattered across countless spaces before being instantly reassembled.
It was a method of forced teleportation.
'As for why this guy didn't use this move before, perhaps it was because I wasn't close enough.'
"Sir, why are you attacking me? We've never met..."
Yang An wore a mask, and he had even changed his clothes.
Although the man had forcefully intercepted him, he still tried to explain himself.
"His Highness the Buddha Prince, why be so secretive? Why not take off that mask and talk?"
Hai Yun was already certain that this was the Buddha's Son, De Ji. His tone was full of mockery.
"I'm not this Buddha's Son you speak of, Sir. This mask is a result of my Cultivation Technique and cannot be removed. You must have the wrong person."
"Is that so? In that case, allow me to take it off for you."
