Most importantly, the holy, aloof air he originally carried suddenly turned sinister.
He looked just like one of those villainous final-boss demonic cultivators.
Qin Yan & Meimei: (?)?
Wait, they hadn't even blinked. How had he managed to put on makeup in that little time?
Not only had he put on makeup, he seemed to have become a different person.
Holding the Vajra Pestle, Fu Nanshan had a clear hunger for battle in his eyes. His lips split into a grin, his face full of excitement, like a crazed hunter spotting his prey.
"You finally decided to let me out."
He rolled his neck and glanced down at his hands, twirling the spear in a crisp flourish.
Then he shot forward, unable to wait another moment, sending severed spider limbs flying everywhere he passed.
The Vajra Pestle moved like a roaming dragon in his hands. His movements weren't flashy, but every strike aimed to take a life.
Yet they were beautiful to watch.
It was truly a thrilling display of the beauty of violence.
Qin Yan stared, dumbfounded.
Meimei said, "Wait, kiddo, does your Younger Uncle have a split personality?!"
"That's a Buddhist? He's a demonic monk!"
Buddhists excelled at delivering others from suffering, and most cultivated their physical bodies. There was a reason they had vajra Buddhas.
But they weren't bloodthirsty. Usually, they tried persuasion first and only resorted to force when someone truly couldn't be redeemed.
But Fu Nanshan... had he tried persuading them?
Oh, he seemed to have said one sentence.
Then, for some inexplicable reason, he switched into battle mode and started fighting.
If not for that bald head, Meimei would have thought someone else had taken his place.
Watching him grow more excited and exhilarated as he fought amid the spiders, Meimei had mixed feelings.