Clang!
Qian Xiuyue raised her axe high and hacked at the back of Wang Quan's head.
The Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust emerged, blocking the axe.
She moved to the front to hack at his forehead, but a hidden protective spell formed a shield and blocked her.
She chopped down from above, and the phantom of a golden bell appeared over his head, blocking the axe again.
She called Ying Jiaren over to help and finally managed to draw out all his spells.
Then she spat a mouthful of Dharma Power onto the axe. "There won't be any problems this time!"
Clang!
Crack!
The axe struck the back of Wang Quan's head.
The axe shattered.
Ying Jiaren...
Qian Xiuyue...
"How is his skull so hard? Could he have a rebel's bone at the back of his head?"
She went around to hack at the front.
The axe fell and shattered again.
Qian Xiuyue sucked in a cold breath. "Good grief, his rebel's bone has grown all the way to his forehead."
The other cultivators also sucked in cold breaths. "What an iron head!"
How had he cultivated such a hard head?
Curious and baffled, everyone employed their methods, trying to pry open Wang Quan's skull.
Clang, clang, clang!
The group took turns, but none of it worked.
Unwilling to give up, they employed their methods again.
Yet all their methods landed to no avail.
Everyone was utterly dumbfounded.
After this string of blows, Wang Quan was awakened too.
He shook his head and looked around at everyone, utterly bewildered. "Everyone, what are you doing?"
"Trying to split my head open?"
Everyone...
"Daoist brother, white smoke was coming out of all seven of your orifices just now, and your externally attached brains all went mad!"
As she spoke, Ying Jiaren