Hongjun, Who Knows a Little About Fists and Kicks, Jehovah: Second Brother, Help Me!

"Master?"

The instant that call fell on his ears, God Jehovah's heart abruptly tightened.

His divine sense spread out in all directions like a spiderweb, and the Holy Light around him also condensed in an instant into a state of vigilance.

"This poor Daoist is Hongjun. Greetings, fellow Daoist."

A calm, clear, ethereal voice, like a breeze brushing over a lake's surface, actually drifted leisurely from behind him.

God Jehovah's body abruptly went rigid.

Almost without thinking, the Light Compass in his hand erupted with billions of dazzling streams of light, wrapped in heaven-toppling divine might, and poured violently behind him.

As someone of the Half-Step Heavenly Dao Realm, he understood better than anyone that one who could approach his side without a sound was absolutely no kindly sort.

Boom!

The vast, mighty attack overturned the void, stirring the surrounding Chaos Qi until it churned and boiled.

Yet when this heaven-shaking strike fell into the void behind him, it was like a pebble sinking into an abyss, leaving no sound or trace.

"Who exactly are you?"

God Jehovah's face was slightly pale as he slowly turned around.

Standing before him was an old Daoist with white hair and beard, dressed in the same plain white Daoist robe as Hong Yun. The old man had an ancient, serene face and a steady aura.

The Old Man did not take advantage of the moment to launch a sneak attack. He merely looked at him quietly, his gaze containing not the slightest ripple.

The aura emanating from this person was merely at the Fourth Heaven of Saint.

"Who are you trying to fool!"

How could God Jehovah possibly believe it?

How could someone who had silently slipped behind him and then taken his full-power strike so effortlessly be nothing more than a low-level