Fang Zhixing fell silent, sighing, "When a person willingly degenerates into a demon, not even the gods or Buddhas can save them."
"Gods or Buddhas?"
Sun Gongchang burst into raucous laughter, tearing off his clothes, shaking his snow-white, graceful body, and proudly declared, "What do you understand? Let me tell you, I don't see myself as a demon. Take a good look at me, what's the difference between me, now capable of anything, and gods or Buddhas?"
Fang Zhixing gripped his bow and arrows, sneering, "If you're a god or Buddha, then today I shall meet gods and slay gods, meet Buddhas and slay Buddhas."
Whoosh!
Before his words fell, an arrow had already been shot out violently, passing through the main gate and hitting the third aunt's brow precisely.
The third aunt fell backward, and as her back was mere inches from the ground, she suddenly stopped.