"Zhang Wuji, don't think you can escape!" Golden Wheel Monk roared as he hurried after him. Having mastered the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, his confidence had never been stronger. He had been eager to show off his skills, and now that Zhang Wuji had delivered himself right to his door, how could he possibly let him go?
Xiaoxiangzi, Nimoxing, and the others exchanged glances before hurriedly following. Over the years, the Ming Cult led by Zhang Wuji had been a constant headache for the Great Khan. If they could kill him while he was alone, even if they were not granted the title of prince, they would at least be made Commanders of Ten Thousand Households. That was far better than the empty title of Mongol Empire's greatest warrior.
Seeing Xue Muhua taken away by Zhang Wuji, Hong Qigong had no time to concern himself with matters here. With a shout, he also gave chase. Every one of them was highly skilled; whether it was Zhang Wuji or Golden Wheel Monk, he had no certainty of victory. He needed to bring Zhou Botong along.
Hearing the call, Zhou Botong hurriedly leaped out of the battle and said to Jiumozhi, "No more fighting, no more fighting. I've got something to do today. We'll fight again when we get the chance."
Jiumozhi could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. His opponent had used Left-Right Mutual Combat just now, and dealing with it had truly given him a headache. It was just as well that they were stopping.
But after taking a few steps, Zhou Botong suddenly turned back and said, "Oh, right, Big Monk. That skill of yours that makes fire come out of your hands looks pretty fun. Can you teach it to me?"
Jiumozhi: "..."
It took him