It failed!
Chen Yuanshan's eight arms reached for Shen Zheqi from eight different directions.
At the same time, Shen Zheqi finally heard the muttering from his mouth: "Faster, a little faster!"
"I want to make ten thousand steamed dumplings, ten thousand fried dough sticks, faster, a little faster!"
As he spoke, the eight arms danced in the air, leaving afterimages, bam bam bam bam, continuously striking against Shen Zheqi's Buddha beads defense.
As an Awakening Spirit Contract Master, Chen Yuanshan's own cultivation realm wasn't considered high, only Tier Four.
Even after mutation, the boost to his combat power was very limited, and Shen Zheqi could handle it with relative ease.
After hearing the repeated muttering from Chen Yuanshan, Shen Zheqi slightly raised an eyebrow.
Recalling earlier, that professional workaholic who first entered the breakfast shop seemed to exhibit similar behavior.
Salted fish, no overtime, workaholic.
