You're Really Fake!

The six first class customers who had lived through disaster after disaster truly wished they could tear Brother Kèpǔ's mouth to shreds. This was the first time they had ever seen a crow's mouth be so damn accurate. They had really broadened their horizons.

"Get out of the way. Don't get caught in the crossfire." Monk Shangxu's eyes were shot through with dense streaks of blood from rage. Without even turning his head, he shouted at the young people. He was going to wash away his previous humiliation.

"Whoosh—"

Hearing that, everyone immediately chose to follow their survival instincts. They swiftly put aside their "grudges" and dodged to the side at once. Ignoring the bone-piercing cold, they pressed their backs against the ruined temple wall, looking as though they were terrified of being fish in a moat when the city gates caught fire.

He Zhao also retreated with them. Personally, he wanted to see what was so formidable about a Dharma Master cultivated by Bufa Temple, a faction giant. He wanted to know whether they were different from figures of the same level in other factions.

Of course, if not for the existence of the Great Rewind Method, he would not have dared to truly stand aside and watch the show. He definitely would have stepped in to help.

Besides, since Shangxu dared to choose a head-on clash, he had to be completely confident. Otherwise, there would have been no need to show off; he would have already shouted himself hoarse telling everyone to run!

The two three-meter-tall female demons, their bodies knotted with muscle, gave off an overwhelming sense of oppression. Coupled with their green faces, fangs, savage expressions, four arms, sharp claws, and demonic appearance, they could have stopped children from crying at night.

True, the two females