Yang Poison

Big Treasure, whose entire body was flickering with an ink-colored glow, could communicate with its master with its mind, so Qiao Mu didn't need to speak at all.

Hence, it cut to the chase and hurled a fist at the little fatty's face without a word.

If that punch were to hit its mark, the little fatty would surely lose half his life even if he didn't die on the spot.

"Tsk tsk, you really are a little fiend, little devil, little monster!" The little fatty teased as he flashed aside extremely rapidly.

Yet Big Treasure didn't speak nonsense with the little fatty and directly entangled him in a fistfight, punching heavily in a torrential flurry.

The Big Treasure right now had already been fully upgraded by Mo Lian and possessed the strength of a level-15 body cultivator. Although it was only a golem, its joints were extremely limber, basically not differing from a real person.