“Unfortunately, I have no interest in an old monster like you.” Feng Qingyou chuckled.0

“A shame. This poor Taoist was going to let you live.”0

The white-robed figure, a.k.a White Robe Demon Master’s Good Body shook his head. When he gently waved his Universal Benevolence, space collapsed, and a storm gathered.0

Universal Benevolence might just be a whisk—it was only two-third of a meter long and 150 grams heavy—but it was also the condensation of a million living beings’ power of wishes and gratitude. Because of this, one might say that it held the power of one million living beings in it. This innocuous-looking swing really contained the strength of a million people as well.0

Feng Qingyou knew this but did not dodge out of the way. On the contrary, she took a step forward and launched a palm strike.0

Wind blew wildly when the...0