Uncle Wang Er's words made everyone present turn their eyes toward Tianyin Temple.
When Zhang Xiaofan heard Uncle Wang Er's words, he lifted his head and looked at the darkness before dawn. Somewhere soft in his heart was trampled until it lay in ruins, then shattered into dust.
Cangsong's words had been confirmed by Uncle Wang Er. His earlier guess had actually been true! He had originally still wanted to preserve a shred of old affection...
Uncle Wang Er's voice was so shrill that, in the darkness before dawn, everyone present felt a chill run down their backs at the same time.
Even Pukong, who had just been seething with rage, was startled by Uncle Wang Er. Flustered, he hurriedly argued, somewhat incoherently, "W-what are you saying? How am I some ghost?"
When Lin Jingyu heard Uncle Wang Er's words, he had just been about to step forward and confront Pukong when, to his surprise, he saw Zhang Xiaofan had already struck out with a palm toward Divine Monk Pukong.
Everyone saw the gold, red, and blue palm force, carrying fierce wind, shoot straight toward Pukong's chest.
"Stop!" Daoxuan True Person shouted in a low voice at the sight, but it was only a low shout.
As one of Tianyin Temple's Four Great Divine Monks, how could Pukong be injured by a single palm strike from Zhang Xiaofan? He raised a hand glowing with golden light and met the blow head-on.
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Daoxuan and Tian Buyi all watched the center of the hall with concern, and Tian Buyi was so worried he stood up. If Pukong really dared to hurt his disciple, he