"Eh?"
Originally, Fang Xing also thought that it was hard to find the true form of the Realm Lord, and was ready for a fierce battle. Yet, unexpectedly, the Realm Lord was all bark and no bite. Before he could even throw a punch, the guy was already kneeling and pleading for mercy. Fang Xing watched as the Realm Lord's surging Immortal-Demon Qi scattered with a rumble. His gigantic form shrank smaller and smaller until he was as tiny as a watermelon in the end, pitifully kneeling on the ground, with two small hands clasped in front of his chest, gazing up at Fang Xing with innocent big eyes.
"Is it over?"
The group of Fatty Disciples, who had just thrown Fang Xing down and fled, slowly gathered back, looking extremely surprised at the Realm Lord, who desperately pleaded in front of Fang Xing. Each of them widened their eyes: "Is this a bald rabbit?"
Fang Xing was also a bit speechless...
"It's not a rabbit, it's a child; just a bit fat and with long ears..."
