"Immortal Venerable" Liang Butong lowered his head,
and the True Qi within him suddenly came to a halt. The crimson long whip that had been as swift as a gale slowed down just a tad!
But this slight difference in speed,
was enough for those strange white paper people and paper horses to react. They bent their papery bodies, evading the frightful lash of that one or two hundred-pound crimson whip!
Liang Butong then abruptly reclaimed the crimson whip, striking towards his feet.
At this moment, seven or eight paper people appeared before him, using all their might to clutch his legs and feet!
