Zhang Fusheng watched in confusion as the Martial Arts Master, who just a second ago was invincible and about to unleash a third wave of deadly power, now lay paralyzed on the ground, teetering on the brink of death.
What kind of power is this?
The Martial Arts Master said, Buddha Son, or is he just a Martial Arts Master?
He didn't feel horror or fear; instead, a deep yearning arose in his heart!
Can a Martial Arts Master achieve this level?
Can a Martial Arts Master make even Old Shi wary?
"You almost killed him!"
The withered woman lying on the handsome young man's back said softly:
"If you kill him, it'll be troublesome. The deity from the Western Sect is descending, and the Investigation Bureau has designated this city as Kou City, laying out the Flesh and Blood Fungus."
"We still need to rely on this Living Buddha's divine techniques to leave Jiangzhou!"
The handsome young man scratched his head:
"I didn't expect him to be so weak, after all, he is a Living Buddha..."
