All the monks and Taoists here, just like Big Fish, get tangled up in a fight, and soon enough they are all battered and bleeding, including the ones lying on the ground grabbing onto someone else's leg and biting fiercely.
Li Zhiyuan: "Hoist the hook!"
The four opened their return home nets, while Tan Wenbin was busy collecting the net and took out the seal paste box. He pressed his finger on it, and while reciting the incantation, he re-applied the seal.
Run Sheng propped up the Seven-star Hook, flipped it, and with a toss all seven segments extended, aiming directly for the head in the middle of the pond.
Once the last segment was hooked, Run Sheng flipped his hands, locking the tip of the Seven-star Hook and then, using all his strength, began to pull back.
On the surface of the water, violent waves splashed out, along with a strong smell of fresh blood.
This was the thief who first fell into the water; by now he was disemboweled.
"Ah!!!"
