Thud!
The Vajra Monk hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Simultaneously, a scroll flew out from his bosom and conveniently landed in the hands of Pei Xuanjing.
The words 'Dragon Elephant Art' met his eyes.
Pei Xuanjing fell into deep thought, pondering over one thing: were all the events happening in this illusion merely an illusion, or were they real?
Was the Dragon Elephant Art with seven or eight stages that he had originally obtained from the True Martial Sect obtained in this way?
Hu hu hu...
A sudden silence descended upon Taihe Mountain, not a single bird chirping.
The mountain winds blew fiercely, and no one could believe that the previously conceited Vajra Monk had been defeated so utterly and completely.
There was a strong sense of shock in their eyes as they looked at the youth who was still holding a scroll in one hand, while his other hand was casually behind his back, his robe rustling in the wind.