Looking at the fist that suddenly appeared and the all-too-familiar golden spiritual power, Ye Fudao was dumbstruck for a long moment, unable to help but let out a curse.
"Shit!"
He felt as if a million Stone Beasts were stampeding through his heart.
You come neither early nor late, just when the Four Divine Monarchs have left and I've already taken all the beating.
You just had to time it like this, huh!
For some reason, as Ye Fudao looked at the fist appearing out of thin air, he felt a bit aggrieved.
Of course, this feeling was fleeting. Soon, he began to ponder how he should deal with this mysterious enemy now that the Four Divine Monarchs weren't around.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the spatial channel.
The owner of the fist — Jin Xu, was examining the situation on the other side with a strange expression, using his Spiritual Sense.
Although Ye Fudao quickly concealed his aggrieved expression, the sharp Taoist still caught it.
