No reservations whatsoever.
This seemingly ordinary strike actually concentrated all the monk's lifetime skills.
Manipulating snow and wind.
Integrating the power of nature into his attack.
Such a strike carries with it an extreme mental state.
Indeed.
Extreme.
From the moment of slaughter, the monk became extreme.
The so-called compassionate heart disappeared ever since the Zen Stick was tainted with innocent blood.
Since three days ago, he completely degenerated into a mad demon.
In the killing, he sought to release the shadow that blinded his mind, seeking the emotional release of a walking corpse.
Does he want to create slaughter?
Does he want to cause chaos in the Martial Arts World?
Does he know he's overturning Huaxia's stability?
He doesn't want to, he knows.
But he has no choice!
Only by continuing down this path of being a dog can he best protect his old brother, the Demi Immortal!
Loyalty, loyalty, often you cannot have both the fish and the bear's paw.
