Chapitre 110: Chapter 110: If You Can't Beat Them, Trick Them

"Gentlemen, let's talk this out, why resort to violence? It's just a matter of compensation! My Mystic Wood Pavilion isn't going to shy away from reimbursing for your losses,"

Old Taoist Shang's expression changed upon hearing this, but he quickly regained his smile. While speaking kindly, his hands were secretly forming spells.

Suddenly,

the four Mystic Wood tiger puppets opened their merciless eyes and in an instant, their gaping maws shot out several thick beams of light.

These beams, like long white silks, fiercely aimed at Zhao Sheng's chest and abdomen.

At the same time, he stepped back and flicked his right hand forward, releasing dozens of peanut-sized black seeds from his sleeve which rapidly expanded in mid-air, sprouting into several dozen thick black thorns with a metallic sheen.

The black thorns quickly intertwined like living things, landing on the ground to form a high wall of thorns, blocking the way for Zhao Jijian and the others.

Elsewhere,