Seeing the fat man charge toward him at top speed,
Lin Xuankong could not help but frown slightly. With astonishing speed, he swung the pistol aimed at Ding Ye's head around and pointed its barrel at the charging fat man!
What made his brows rise slightly was that the charging fat man, Lu Baoguo, seemed to have gone utterly mad. He rushed straight at Lin Xuankong, completely ignoring the pistol's pitch-black muzzle!
"Sure enough, it is an evil art. An evil art that controls another person's mind like this and pushes their abilities beyond their limits—once used, it will likely drain decades of this little fat man's vitality. If he is unlucky, he may even die suddenly within a few months! That Demonic Daoist He had already activated his evil art when he treated this little fat man earlier!"
After this thought flashed through Lin Xuankong's mind, his brows knitted tightly as he looked at the charging Lu Baoguo. After a brief moment of consideration, he put away the pistol aimed at the man's head.
As a member of the human race, although Lin Xuankong was already a Celestial Immortal capable of overturning heaven and earth with a wave of his hand, he had never treated ordinary lives as mere grass and weeds as other Celestial Immortals, celestial demons, and heavenly devils did.
This little fat man had clearly been bewitched and controlled by Demonic Daoist He's fluorescent spell, which was why he attacked Lin Xuankong. Even if he was not a good person, he did not truly wish to attack Lin Xuankong. Why would Lin Xuankong bother holding such a thing against an ordinary mortal like him?
The instant he put away the pistol,
Lu Baoguo had already rushed before Lin Xuankong. He bent forward and savagely rammed his