Tang Chuxia didn't even need to turn her head to know it was Gu Beihuai—no one else talked like that.
"Focus!"
Tang Chuxia shouted back, and she certainly wasn't going to listen to Gu Beihuai. She had already irritated him, so doing it one more time wouldn't matter.
The battle lasted far longer than Tang Chuxia had anticipated, and this time she truly hadn't lifted a finger.
Amid the old Taoist's and the old monk's constant chanting of "Infinite Heavenly Venerate" and "Amitabha," their movements were swift, accurate, and ruthless. What shocked Tang Chuxia the most was the old Taoist's duster—it barely had any bristles left, but whenever it swept out, someone would be sent flying.
She came to understand that the old Taoist's duster wasn't plucked bald by himself, but rather, made so by whipping people with it.
The old monk with the seven scars had a pair of Arhat Legs that kicked out afterimages.
