I am the Zen Master.
Yet the Zen Master is not me.
This sentence, neither Deng Baiyi nor Chu Guo understood.
Even Chen Chong didn't quite understand it.
"Pretending to be divine and playing tricks!"
Chen Chong snorted coldly, raised his palm, and clenched it through the air.
Whoosh!
The next moment, thunder surged on the small mountain peak, and the lightning spear was suddenly pulled out, drawing a spray of golden, vibrant blood. The spear tumbled through the air and swept back into Chen Chong's palm.
The emaciated monk's body swayed slightly.
The large hole torn open in his shoulder healed at an extremely fast pace.
The power of the Path of Life, like golden dew, showered upon this world.
"Why should this battle involve others?"
