"Crackling!"
In the Minotaur's large hand, the Power of Lightning burst forth, enveloping Master Qingyang's body.
"Ah!"
Master Qingyang let out a miserable scream as arcs of electricity flickered around him, and his once-beautiful hair instantly turned into a bird's nest, emitting green smoke.
"My hair!!"
He roared in anguish and frustration.
To him, a head might be severed and blood might flow, but the hairstyle must not be lost; how could he bear this explosion of his beautiful hair?
"Hmph, this is the consequence of quibbling. Next time, if you're not honest, I'll burn your hair!"
The Minotaur said fiercely.
Then, he asked with a frantic hint, "Now tell me, are you really Master Qingyang?"
"Yes, I am!"
Master Qingyang dared not hide anymore, for he was genuinely afraid the opponent would burn his hair.
He cultivated the "Qingyang Spotless Sutra," with his hair being a vital point; once the hair is gone, his power would at least be halved!!
