"Impossible, absolutely impossible!! How could he still be alive!!"
Watching the thing that stepped out of the water, Yuan Er couldn't help but shout. No one had ever escaped the river god's grasp, yet this man actually did it.
He knew this man: the very crimson-robed Taoist who was responsible for the deaths of dozens of his brothers!
Before anyone could figure out what was happening, they saw the strange Taoist slowly raise his head. Leaving a bloody footprint with each step, he walked straight toward them.
"Kill him! Hurry, kill him!! Quick! Don't let him shake that bell!" Yuan Er's voice was laced with tension.
Though their foe was alone and they had hundreds of men, Yuan Er felt an inexplicable urge to turn and run.
With a series of whizzing sounds, dozens of arrows gleaming coldly shot toward the Taoist, but not a single one hit.
With a sickening tear, right before everyone's eyes, Li Huowang tore a man apart limb from limb.
