章 2097: Face Slapping of the Ecstatic Rapture Palm (24)

The term talented and bold, described Jun Wu Xie perfectly. Fooled several thousand human spirits, duped a whole bunch of Weapon Spirits, and even flamboyantly paraded off with Wu Jiu as a victory trophy through the sky.

All the worries Qiao Chu had earlier now faded into nothing as he watched the Second Disciple running like a dog on the ground, laughing just so evilly and he was in such a good mood.

[Are you stupid?]

[Negotiating terms with Jun Wu Xie?]

[You'll be squeezed so dry you'll be more wrinkled than a raisin!]

From below, a constant stream of taunts shouting: "Stay right there! Remain here if you have the guts!" , and all kinds of other curses. But Jun Wu Xie did not pay any heed to a single word of them.

The eyes of the Beast Spirits were wide and bulging, looking at the great big emptiness below their paws, all of them feeling rather amazed.