This Omen—Great Fortune!
After getting drunk, Monk Jiufeng seemed to have become an entirely different person. His boxing grew fiercer and fiercer, his fists more and more overbearing.
Almost everyone who stood in his way was beaten to death by a single punch!
"Mo Wenshen, you go!"
Prince Rong was terrified out of his wits by Monk Jiufeng and immediately roared in fury.
"Me..." Mo Wenshen pointed at his own nose, his face looking terrible. Without the drunken Monk Jiufeng, Mo Wenshen still had the strength to fight, but he knew all too well that once this monk got drunk, even if he had become the Buddha of Buddhism, the monk would probably still punch him!
Mo Wenshen stopped in his tracks. Prince Rong watched as Monk Jiufeng punched to death one person after another who tried to block his path, forcing his way toward him.
"Bureau Chief of the Dragon Slaying Bureau!" Prince Rong shouted.
The Bureau Chief of the Dragon Slaying Bureau hardened his aged face, his eyes growing deep and dark. He immediately flew forward and tangled with Monk Jiufeng!
"Would you like this poor Daoist to give Your Highness a fortunate omen?" The instant Monk Jiufeng was stopped, Prince Rong had not even had time to rejoice before he heard a soft chuckle beside his ear. He instinctively looked to his left and saw a Daoist in robes, a horsetail whisk looped around his arm, standing in the distance and grinning at him.
The moment he saw this man, Prince Rong's hair stood on end and his scalp went numb!
This man was none other than Feng Lingzi. He had been extremely famous on the Barren Ancient Continent back then, especially for his nickname: "The Harbinger of Doom—Every Divination Means Death." Countless people had been terrified