It was flashing with yellow electric light, its muscles were strong, and yellow aura was rising all over its body.
"It seems that I have to use all my strength to teach this little broken-hearted man what it means to be a strong man!"
It transformed into a super black robe and punched straight towards the man in the black suit with great momentum, as if a god of death had descended to the world.
Even though it is the weakest in destroying a city, its tricks have no killing power.
But - even if it destroys a city, it can still kill anyone with random punches (except Taigong)!
Swish——
A ball of Netherworld flame emerged, and as the fist was about to reach it, more and more Netherworld flames appeared around it, and the flames turned into a huge arm, attached to the strange left arm of the man in the black suit.
With this power, he abruptly stopped the punch that was more pretentious than effective.
"What's going on...what's with these fires?"
The old man in black robe returned to his original appearance and retreated violently.
But the arm that had struck out was still entangled in the Netherworld Flame, and the soul-piercing pain made him grit his teeth.
It has also lived for most of its life, and it knows very well what this Netherworld Flame represents.
When it looked at the strange man in the black dress again, it knew why the broken Taoist priest had such confidence.
Seeing that he was surrounded by the Netherworld Flame and was slowly approaching, the old man in black robes repeatedly stretched out his hands to stop him and said:
"Wait a minute! Let's be fair, you just attacked me by surprise."
It felt miserable. What was going on? It hadn't even had time to have fun yet, but troubles kept popping up.
It thought that if it were beaten to death by a general, beheaded by a drunkard, or even beaten to death by a scholar, it would not feel wronged or miserable.
But how to beat it...is it this weird thing?
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