“Is that possible?” Meng Qi sounded doubtful when he heard Han Wu’s plan.0

Han Wu wanted him to use both Golden Bell and Iron Shirt to stop Lu Dazhuang’s wild rolling. Meng Qi stared at the massive ball of flesh barreling toward them and felt his stomach knot. He feared he would end up flattened like paper instead.0

“Don’t worry. Your Golden Bell’s Sonorous Chime will be the key to bringing him down. And don’t forget, you have Reflect,” Han Wu reassured him.0

Meng Qi grumbled, “Fine, I’ll trust you this once. If this fails, I’m smacking your head.”0

Han Wu didn’t flinch. If Meng Qi failed, he would already be crushed into...0