Bam!
Pa!
Bam!
Just as Xiaolitou retreated to a safe position, a brownish-yellow figure suddenly flew out of nowhere.
Like an arrow off the string, it hurled straight to Xiaolitou's feet.
My hair?
Xiaolitou looked up, and inside the grand hall, not a trace of previous arrogance remained on the monks.
All the martial monks who entered were now foaming at the mouth, some even spitting blood, twisted and unconscious, lying on the ground.
Their faces were bruised and swollen, limbs weakly hanging, as if they had returned to the womb, attaining an infant-like sleep.
Meanwhile, Li Daocheng stood with hands behind his back, quietly watching the monks inside the hall.
The monks trembled and gathered in a corner, not daring to meet Li Daocheng's gaze—it was too terrifying!
At this moment, Li Daocheng resembled a grandmaster, suppressing everything.
The live stream chat was already exploding.
