It's over!
The Sheepskin Scroll might have fallen into that Night Watcher's hands now!
No!!! That's the Young Master's possession; no one can take it!!!!
Furious to the extreme, the old man's face twisted ferociously, his cloudy eyes filled with spiderweb-like blood vessels, almost bulging out of their sockets.
With veins protruding from his neck, his roar mixed with a bloody smell, and saliva spraying everywhere:
"Get away from us ah ah ah ah ah——"
With a thunderous shout, he channeled all his martial power and overwhelming rage into his right leg, delivering a whip kick fiercely onto….. the battered taxi.
The taxi, already on the verge of falling apart, finally got KO'd and exploded into pieces.
The dismembered steel pipes, twisted tires, seat fragments….. disintegrated like a scattering of divine flowers, with a shrill whoosh, forming a barrage of "corpses," smashing toward the tall Night Watcher.
"You want me to leave and I'll leave, huh, don't think you'll get away!"
