The voices within the Forbidden Tower echoed continuously.
The distance between Zhou Xuan and the fleshy buds' spikes ahead was slowly decreasing.
For a moment, his consciousness began to blur, making it hard to tell whether he was walking towards the spikes or the spikes were approaching him.
"You're a damn fake Buddha! Keep dreaming your sweet dreams!"
Zhou Xuan once again formed the Zen Meditation Handprint, using his regained clarity to swing his arm and chop off those fleshy bud spikes with Bone Teeth,
and golden blood splattered everywhere.
"Hehehe, you can cut down these flesh-made spikes, but can you cut down the spikes in your heart?"
"Zhou Xuan, stop deceiving yourself, you never came to Jing Country, there never was a Jing Country!"
"Changed tactics, huh? Not using my grandmother to trick me anymore?"
Zhou Xuan sneered, relying on his moment of clarity to stride down the stairs once more, leaving the tower was now his only objective.
