Poor Psychic Sage
Biên tập viên: Larbre Studio
Under the suppression of the supreme power, the Psychic Sage's print technique didn't survive long before cracking apart. The divine purple sea above its head turned into strands of purple smoke.
"You actually used a weapon… Not fair…"
The metal hat hat fell down suddenly, trapping the Psychic Sage that had wanted to escape.
"Old thing, where are you running to?"
Xiang Chunan laughed loudly. He rushed over and smashed the metal hat on the Psychic Sage crazily, even cracking the ground.
The Psychic Sage kept screaming, "Amazing, amazing."
"Amazing? You really aren't afraid of pain."
Xiang Chunan's muscles all swelled. He grabbed the hat with both hands and slammed it down.
"Amazing, amazing… Help, you're killing me! Help…" Seeing that asking for help was no use, the Psychic Sage pretended to be pitiful. "We have nothing to do with each other. Junior, why are you bullying an elder?"