บท 291: Formation Trap

An electrifying sensation crept up to the old monk's throat.

"Huu…" The old monk's gaunt right palm thrust forward, a beast-like howl came from it.

The vivacious soaring dagger stopped just a few centimeters in the air before the palm, vibrating lightly, as if it gained a life of its on, wanting to break through to charge ahead.

The gaunt right palm gently pressed it, the soaring dagger abruptly fell to the ground.

He dipped his head to look at the dagger, shaking his head.

Chu Li soared towards him, the surrounding spiritual energy gathered around him, rejuvenating his body.

His figure suddenly disappeared without a moment's notice.

The old monk didn't panic. He waited as Chu Li disappeared for a short while. The moment he reappeared within twenty meters, the old monk disappeared from where he stood and reappeared behind Chu Li.