"Wretch, die!!"
Just as Hao Shuai was appreciating Puzhi's display of Kamui, reviewing the old by learning the new, a furious shout interrupted his enjoyment.
Immediately after the shout, a golden hand a full zhang across appeared behind Hao Shuai and the other two.
It turned out that after seeing the scene in the sky, Pu Kong had become convinced that Hao Shuai was behind it. Hot-tempered as he was, he immediately charged out, ignoring Pu Hong's attempts to stop him.
As soon as he reached the outer temple, he happened to see Hao Shuai looking so pleased with himself. Blinded by rage, Pu Kong no longer cared about the rules of the martial world and brazenly attacked him from behind.
The moment the golden hand appeared, it swept Hao Shuai, Zhang Xiaofan, and Lin Jingyu into its attack range.
Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu were already beside themselves with rage over what they had seen. They never expected Tian Yin Temple, a renowned orthodox sect, to resort to a sneak attack. And since their attacker was far stronger than they were, they had no chance to fight back.
Fortunately, although Hao Shuai hadn't expected the people of Tian Yin Temple to launch a sneak attack either, he was now more than strong enough to handle a sudden turn of events—even if he was caught off guard.
He gave a cold laugh, traced a line through the air, and conjured a Taiji seal in his palm, sending it toward the golden hand.
Bang!
The two forces collided with a thunderous crash. The attacker was sent flying backward even faster than he'd come, smashing through two walls before crashing into the ground and leaving a web of cracks in the white marble paving.
"Junior Brother!"
"Martial Uncle Pu Kong!"
"Master!"
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