Encountering the Jar Immortal, Chest Drumming Like Thunder

The Jar Immortal was short and exceedingly ugly, with disheveled hair and a filthy face, a mouth as large as a tiger's, pockmarks all over his face, and eyes no bigger than mung beans. He carried a stone jar as tall as himself on his back.

He was covered in blood, though it was impossible to tell whether it was his or someone else's. But he was indeed wounded, his saber and sword wounds savage and terrifying.

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A patch of skin had been torn from his chest.

At that moment, he had been caught in the iron net. Startled, he swept his gaze over the crowd. Seeing that they were merely a rabble, he calmed down instead.

He said gloomily, "More people coming to deliver soup."

Li Xian frowned. This man was ugly beyond measure, and he did not dare lower his guard. He immediately shouted, "Form the formation!"

The four net holders took up positions in the four directions and rapidly ran in circles. Under the pulling force, the iron net wrapped around the Jar Immortal tightened further.

Its tangled mesh was about to bind him into a human dumpling.

Li Xian leaped to higher ground and drew his bow to fire arrows. Yet even caught in the iron net, the Jar Immortal remained immensely strong.

In such circumstances, he shifted left and actually dodged the incoming arrow.

Li Xian narrowed his eyes, secretly thinking that this fellow truly was formidable. Without further courtesy, he nocked another arrow and fired again, each shot aimed at a vital point.

The Jar Immortal laughed. "Good boy, you're quite accurate. You want to shoot your grandpa dead? Dream on!"

He swayed left and right like a roly-poly toy. Though restricted by the iron net, he repeatedly managed to evade