"Why is there a fisherman here?"
Mo Ying sighed softly.
In her opinion, even Dharma Characteristic Dao Lords would be shredded into pieces against the might of a Mahayana Patriarch, let alone a fisherman!
Right then, on the small boat, the fisherman removed the green straw hat on his face, revealing an ordinary face with an unshaved beard.
The Golden Crow Patriarch in the clouds attacked once more. A gigantic golden claw blazing with flames descended and grabbed towards Su Zimo!
The fisherman's eyes were clear as he looked at the firmaments. Suddenly, he raised his hand with a fake smile.
The green straw hat flew from his hands and transformed into a green beam of light. Instantly, it arrived at the gigantic golden claw and slashed forward!
"Pfft!"
Scarlet blood gushed out and scattered down!
Mo Ying's pupils constricted.