C98 (2/2)

”Hmm, try it and you'll know.

Duan Hong roared as he pushed out his right hand. The seven blossoming red lotuses were fresh and beautiful, even clearer than they were in the Shura's Arena.

”Little brat, you are truly looking down on everyone else. You should hit the female benefactor by swearing. It seems like I have not taught you enough lessons last time. Today, I shall stand up for the heavens.

In those days, if it weren't for these lotuses, Grandfather wouldn't have died on the battlefield — The lotuses had clogged the ground and left the ground unscathed. In the somewhat turbid air, the seven lotuses were like illusions, constantly spinning, shaking off the surrounding air and flying towards their demise with a holy aura.

Although the red lotus looked slow, it had only just been thrown out of Duan Hong's hand before it had already flown in front of Suicide Claw.

”Break for me!

Just as he finished his sentence, the sound shook the whole factory. Dust fell from the beams and the metal gate creaked.

The red lotus couldn't withstand even a single blow from her palm. The seven lotuses immediately exploded.

< p > ”Hahaha, great!

Suicide Hand supported the three strands of immortal beard, arrogantly looking at Duan Hong who was almost exhausted.

With his current strength, it was already not easy for him to create the 'Real Lotus Seal'.

Seeing the old Daoist destroy the lotus imprint with a single palm strike, Duan Hong's face turned pale. His right arm trembled slightly from exerting too much strength, and his body became empty as his breathing became heavy and turbid.

This old man's kung fu is indeed superior to mine. With his third master or second master here, he should be able to defeat them. What should I do?

Duan Hong's eyes turned, thinking: Could it be that he's drinking a mouthful of Wumu Divine Wine?

This would cause too much damage to his body, or he could even spit out some blood?

Not good, the sequelae were too severe like last time.

< p > ”All — are —?

Just as Duan Hong was hesitating to go on a rampage and choose to drink, he heard a familiar voice from the top of the steel beam of the factory. It was a little hoarse and it stuttered.

This voice had been separated from him for four whole years.

Duan Hong excitedly raised his head and looked up. He saw an old Daoist sitting on a steel beam, there was a huge difference in appearance between this old Daoist and Jue Di.

The old Daoist on the beam wore a worn out Daoist robe and held a black iron jar in his hand. The tip of his nose was red, his eyes were hazy, and the mud on his face was as thick as it could be.

< p > ”Aiya, it's you again!”

Just as Suicide Strike broke through the Lotus Seal's shadow, another shadow came!

The old Daoist landed gently on the steel beam, landing soundlessly. His dysentery eyes were filled with two droppings as he smiled and said, ”You – you are still – working tirelessly to be a bad person?

”Little brat, you are truly looking down on everyone else. You should hit the female benefactor by swearing. It seems like I have not taught you enough lessons last time. Today, I shall stand up for the heavens.

Everyone except Fan Tong was stunned, unable to understand what was going on.

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