"Who did I think it was? So it's a Shaolin monk."
Ding Chunqiu looked at Xu Zhu and spoke in a ghostly tone, his eyes practically glowing green.
A Shaolin monk with mediocre martial arts? What could be better for farming reputation?
The Star Constellation Old Immortal effortlessly subduing a Shaolin monk would surely earn him excellent acclaim!
That was right. Qiao Feng and he were both members of the Demonic and Heretical Paths, both cut from the same cloth, so not attacking Qiao Feng merely demonstrated his magnanimity as a senior.
But if he dealt with a Shaolin monk, a leader of the Righteous Path, no one could criticize him for taking action!
"This humble monk is Xu Zhu. Although I come from Shaolin Temple, I am not some..."
"Venerable monk, no need for modesty. Let this old immortal test Shaolin's Seventy-Two Arts!"
Ding Chunqiu slapped the armrest of his sedan chair and lunged straight at Xu Zhu.
Before he even arrived, the foul-smelling force of his palm made Xu Zhu see Venus.
"Calm in the face of danger. As expected of a Shaolin monk."
Even in that instant of attack, Ding Chunqiu did not forget to lavish Xu Zhu with praise.
If he killed him, he could simply use Corpse Poison on him. Once his face was ruined beyond recognition, if Ding Chunqiu said he was a venerable monk, then he was a venerable monk!
Qiao Feng had instinctively wanted to step in, but just as he was about to move, his mind suddenly went blank and he inexplicably slowed by a beat.
That single beat was enough. The next moment, Xu Zhu was struck squarely in the chest by Ding Chunqiu's palm with almost no resistance.
Amid the sound of shattering bones, he spat blood and flew