Ancient towns are hidden amid green mountains and clear waters, and the bright moon rides forth with lethal intent.
Luo Baizhang's primordial spirit met its end beneath Zhang Fan's reversal of his hand, annihilated to dust—so sudden, so resolute, so domineering… that a trace of daze flashed in Hai Pig King Tao's eyes.
Compared to months ago, Zhang Fan before him seemed somehow different.
He still remembered the first time he saw Zhang Fan at Taoyuan Square; back then, the latter was but a fledgling just stepping into the Daoist Sect, ignorant and bewildered toward all things, his methods laughably naïve.
Yet now...
"Brother Fan destroyed Luo Baizhang's primordial spirit!?"
In the distance, the Liu Brothers exchanged a glance; whatever the case, Luo Baizhang was a Lao Mountain disciple and the master of Qilu City's Lao Mountain Daoist School. Even if he'd committed grave sins, he ought to have been handed over to the East Mountain Province Daoist Alliance.
