A fist carrying the Dream World came crashing down directly onto Minghe's head!
Boom...
The wrathful punch blasted Minghe's head apart!
Blood flowed and splattered everywhere, yet Minghe's body transformed into blood before reforming once more!
As long as the Blood Sea remained, Minghe would not die—it was far more than an empty saying!
Still, the little monk's suicidal assault forced Minghe back again and again!
At that moment, the little monk stared at Xuanming once more and roared like a madman, "What does the matter between Ren and me have to do with your Wu Clan?!"
The little monk roared madly, but Xuanming Ancestral Shaman's expression remained calm and unchanged as he merely said, "Ren... the Wu Clan will protect him!"
"Argh..." The little monk threw back his head and roared. His ferocious expression radiated endless Fiendish Qi as he wildly swung his fists, shattering quite a few Asura Clan members. His bloodshot eyes glared fiercely. "Why... why... He's just Ren. Why is he so hard to kill?! No... I must kill Ren! Wu Clan, don't you dare stop me!"
The little monk charged out like a madman, attacking without regard for his life. He was simply a crazed lunatic!
Xuanming Ancestral Shaman frowned faintly, clenched his fist, and shouted coldly, "No matter what! The Wu Clan will protect Ren!"
At that instant, Xuanming swung her fist!
Her ice-cold fist carried surging Fiendish Qi as it struck toward the little monk!
The little monk gritted his teeth and allowed Xuanming's fist to land, instead charging toward Ren without regard for his life!
Her punch struck directly into the little monk's chest!
Pfft...
The little monk spat blood, yet ignored Xuanming's astonished gaze. Wearing a ferocious smile, he shouted coldly, "Three Thousand Divine Abilities!"
In an instant, three thousand Dream