Holy crap!
Old Jia was dumbfounded up front, secretly giving Shi Tiexin another thumbs-up.
Black Venerable was tall and hard—truly a role model for men like us!
Come to think of it, this was what good men cared about. Those who did not care either had no choice or were scumbags themselves. If we searched our hearts and asked ourselves honestly, what we wanted to know was just this direct, just this simple.
Black Venerable held a high position, yet had always kept himself clean and never fooled around. What was wrong with wanting a first-hand wife who had guarded her chastity like jade?
So, was this girl one or not?
Ling Xingjian was flustered by this caveman-like question, her face flushing crimson as she snapped, "I am, I am, I am... a... virgin... you bastard—!"
Bang! Ling Xingjian, humiliated and furious, kicked open the truck's rear door and fired outside without even looking.
Bang!
Outside the truck, the Nora Samurai lunging through the air was riddled with bullet holes. Staring blankly at Ling Xingjian's smoking gun barrel, he turned to ash amid shock and unwillingness.
Within the Void Spirit main formation.
Mad Monk watched it all expressionlessly.
A moment later, he scratched his head.
He organized his words.
In the end, he still said with serene composure, "Although there was a slight discrepancy, the era has changed. There's nothing wrong with swordsmanship that surpasses the limit. So, although I've said it many times, I must say it once more—see? The moment he showed himself, it was an instant kill."
Mad Monk had only one listener left: a dull-witted mountain ape.
The mountain ape scratched his head with a huge palm and asked in a muffled voice, "The one who acted... wasn't... a man..."
"That was long-distance power transmission! Do