"Ah!"
"Ahhhh!"
There was a roar of pain, and in an instant, 'Water Uncle Tian Wu' disassembled, dropping thirteen Postnatal Realms.
"Come!"
Yan Chuan's five fingers formed a grasp, using the "Control Crane Skill" to seize the components of 'Water Uncle Tian Wu' one by one. In his hands, it instantly reassembled into a miniature version of a Mythical Weapon—
[Water Uncle Tian Wu, eight-headed human face, tiger body, eight feet, eight tails, in shades of blue and yellow, exhaling clouds and mist, controlling water.]
Another Shen Wu!
Yan Chuan first put it away.
Then he looked over at the thirteen Postnatal Realms who operated 'Water Uncle Tian Wu', surprisingly led by Shangguan Ji from the Jiujiang Institute of Lishan Sect.
Yan Chuan naturally did not recognize Shangguan Ji and the others.
But, as he glanced over, suddenly he locked eyes with one of them, one shock, two shocks.
"Master—"
