So Bai Mushuang's punch solidly hit the monk's robe on his chest, emitting a muffled sound, energy swirling, causing Wu Xiang Monk to frown, his face turning from white to green, then from green to red, and finally even whiter.
Yet Wu Xiang Monk still did not open his eyes; he sat cross-legged in place and threw out his prayer beads, which whistled through the air towards the direction of the attack, at an astonishing speed, but his timing for the counterattack had been delayed too long.
"Immovable Ming King? Heh, thousands of years have passed, and I didn't expect someone still cultivates such a foolish skill of enduring hits."
Surprised that his punch didn't kill the monk, Bai Mushuang's face revealed a hint of chilliness, and in just a dozen breaths, he had landed dozens of punches on the major vital points around Wu Xiang Monk.
