Little monk?
It's a bald donkey!!
Aha!
The little one immediately burst into a joyful laugh, her small hands patting her mouth while Ling Yun fanned her to keep her cool. Truly, the latter knew how to enjoy himself.
Thinking their eyes were playing tricks on them, the crowd rubbed their eyes again, completely dumbfounded one and all!
Emperor Lord!
You have changed...
"Stop meddling in other people's business. It will be your turn soon enough. This old monk will have you kneel and apologize. My junior brother Xuansheng will not have died in vain. Even if I cannot kill you, this old monk will blast out a massive crater!"
Master Xuan Kong's words were a warning to Ling Yun, his tone growing increasingly furious. His golden light was somewhat blinding, and he had even brought out the Diamond Fist. Prodigal Son Jian Wuying was on the verge of life and death.
Ling Yun frowned. He disliked disobedient people!
"Break!"
With a sharp slash of his Sword Qi, he tore through the void, meeting the Diamond Fist head-on!
Boom!
Amidst a dazzling display of fireworks, Ling Yun lived up to expectations. The battle stopped, and Prodigal Son Jian Wuying was rescued, collapsing to the ground and losing consciousness temporarily.
"This old monk is no longer the man I was twelve years ago. That carefree fellow suffered a crushing defeat, and this old monk could not protect him. This time, Supreme Fellow, you can forget about saving such a fiend!"
With those words spoken!
Master Xuan Kong launched another attack, charging straight toward the fallen Prodigal Son Jian Wuying.
"So this is your so-called justice, very well, very well! Then give it a try!"
Ling Yun smiled with disdain. With another identical slash of Sword Qi, Master Xuan Kong was intercepted.