Journey to the West's Revolver

Fu Qian gracefully removed his skull, as if a gentleman were taking off his hat to pay respects.
…
Everything began with a transcended-dimension invitation.
It's a story of a high-quality Thug turning the impossible into the possible.
Of course, on that day, the great being behind the invitation was still unaware of what it had done.

Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Despite having already disintegrated into mush, the flesh still struggled and writhed. Fu Qian couldn't help but sigh.


This was the first time he had seen a transcendent of such a level die before him.


Fu Qian began to understand why there were places like the forbidden zones.


Letting such abominable things scatter outside was simply too dangerous.


But the situation before him finally confirmed his speculation.


Even though Henrik had been smashed to pieces, he still hadn't seen anything resembling Thorn Blood.


He had been right not to kill him at the time.


The Poker Faces were obviously well-trained, and they immediately signaled people to get Henrik's remains under control.


Yuan Shan looked up in the direction Henrik had charged, her face grimmer than ever, and she remained silent for a long time.


The two Chen Mingda brothers were standing over there.


Chapter 121: The Hunter Craves for Blood (21)_1