Friends, Have You Heard of Five-Finger Mountain?

The divine envoy in midair reached up and twisted his head back into place, producing a grating crack that made teeth ache.

The mocking cruelty on his face vanished, replaced by fury.

He looked toward Bajie, only to find that the person he feared had not pursued him.

"Why isn't he chasing..." Before the thought could fully form, the divine envoy's neck suddenly tightened.

A hand had seized it.

The hand was small, belonging to a child. Under normal circumstances, it should not have been able to grip him firmly.

Yet the divine envoy felt his entire body bound. The bones in his neck creaked under unbearable strain, as though they would shatter completely in the next second.

Not a break that could be twisted back into place like before, but utter pulverization.

His body spun uncontrollably. The hand gripping the back of his neck moved to the front, and Tang Luo pressed the divine envoy against a pillar that was beginning to heat up.

His hunched body was forcibly straightened.

Due to the height of the hand's owner, the divine envoy was forced directly to his knees.

Before the divine envoy could retaliate, Tang Luo held Mystic Transformation, which shifted into an axe.

Its size had not adjusted to Tang Luo's current body, making the axe appear exceptionally huge by comparison, enough to make one wonder whether it would fly from his grasp.

The Axe of Mystic Transformation became an afterimage, flashing around the divine envoy.

The wooden cane fell to the ground, along with the divine envoy's four limbs.

This time, the thick blackish-red blood could not seal the enormous wounds in a short time.

The divine envoy let out a pained howl.

The Hammer of Mystic Transformation turned into the Sword of Mystic Transformation, piercing through the