บท 380: I'm Sorry, The Spoils-of-War Belong to Me Now!

Sun Mo caught up to the White Tiger Guard, his fists striking out like whirlwinds.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Loud colliding sounds rang out.

The White Tiger Guard couldn't retaliate at all. It was just one-sided torture.

When the teachers and students from other schools saw this scene, their eyelids twitched non-stop. Other than astonishment, they also felt baffled.

Where did the majestic spiritual beast from earlier go? Why did it feel like a cat from the side of the road?

Other than having a louder cry, it looked extremely weak!

Howl!

The White Tiger Guard's voice changed, sounding like a wild dog whose leg had been broken. It cried out in agony.

Alright!

Now even its domineering voice was gone.

Sun Mo looked neither sad nor happy. The disposition he emitted with his every action was like the Buddha had appeared in the world, looking dignified, magnanimous, and solemn!

Ancient Buddha Oil Lamp [1]!

Boom!