"Mm!"
Qin Feng nodded in satisfaction.
As the only Human Emperor in the Ancient Wasteland, he reflected on himself three times every day.
Had I been too polite!?
Had I let him get away with too much!?
Should I just make a move already!?
In short, the great clans could be ruined, their families destroyed and their members left for dead. Meanwhile, he had to spend every day carousing amid wine and women. The main principle was to be lenient with himself and strict with others.
"Ding-dong! Congratulations, host! You have imposed exorbitant taxes and levies. The Great Tyrant task has reached 40%!"
"It went up by 10% all at once!"
Qin Feng was in a fine mood and prepared to reward himself in the harem.
The scene shifted—
Ren Huan and Master San Nong were still pursuing the assassins.
"Amitabha!"
Master San Nong pressed his palms together. "This monk has just learned a new move. Since you benefactors refuse to see reason, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
As soon as the words left his mouth—
Master San Nong seemed like a Buddha reborn, unleashing a blinding burst of Buddha Light.
Solemn Buddhist chants rang through the night sky, and a gigantic golden palm appeared, illuminating the entire heavens.
"The Great Hand Seal Sutra!"
The black-clad assassins' expressions changed. It was already too late for them to dodge.
Bang!
Several of them took the palm strike head-on. Their bodies were sent flying hundreds of meters, smashing through who knew how many buildings along the way.
"One of the Great Bright Temple's three supreme arts!"
Ren Huan couldn't help but feel startled.
Although Master San Nong was a raving lunatic who behaved nothing like a monk should, there was no denying that his talent was terrifying.
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