Holding the wooden ruler, it seemed as if the small wooden ruler contained endless spiritual power, with a myriad of Spiritual Power Blossoms blooming around it. The petals fluttered with the breeze, as if they would never cease.
He had long been grinding his teeth in hatred against this fox.
If not for it, how could he have suffered so much pain here? It made him feel his Divine Sense was still muddled to this day.
So, without hesitation, he swung the ruler down hard, and as it descended, countless phantom images of vegetation flashed by, cutting off a full three tails of the fox!
Those three tails fell to the ground and unexpectedly materialized, with bloodstains at the roots.
"Ah!"
"You scoundrel!"
"Weren't you at the Celestial Vein Mountain in the Southern Domain!"
The fox howled mournfully, with its peach-blossom eyes devoid of tenderness, showing only ferocious hostility.
The remaining tails couldn't help but curl up, their tips trembling.
