One punch, one kick.
The Blood Robe Elder fell.
The entire venue fell silent.
So powerful!
Everyone looked at the Little Monk in the field, with his hands clasped together like a Buddha, reverence in their hearts. Despite there being hundreds of Loose Cultivators, none dared to speak at this moment.
All of their arrogance was completely crushed into the dust along with Fa An's final step that killed the Blood Robe Elder.
Even the strongest among them wasn't a match. Who else would dare to go and die?
The face of the Withered Bone Ancestor changed dramatically.
Wu Yurong's eyes were full of apprehension.
Even Yue Tianyi lowered his eyes, his gaze heavy.
Fa An's appearance shattered everyone's calculations, his strength was terrifying. Even if they surpassed him, behind him were five monks whose strength was unknown.
Especially that one shaped like an iron tower, nine feet tall, almost like a humanoid beast of war.
"Is there no one else?"
Fa An grinned.
