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

The surroundings fell into a silence as of death.


Everyone stared at Chen Xing, splattered with blood.


This man, once clothed in luxurious brocades, strong and imposing in appearance,


was now forced to personally slay his own son, his face had become ashen to the extreme, in an instant he seemed as frail as an old man at the end of his days.


"Chief Yuan, I'll take my leave with my people first,"


After a long while, Chen Xing slowly raised his head to look at Yuan Shan, his voice hoarse and somber.


"Mingda's body… I will leave it here."


Mingda's body was clearly contaminated, and though it was regrettable, it definitely could not be handed over for him to take away.


One could say that Chen Xing at least still had a sense of proportion.


After Chen Xing finished speaking, he bent down once more, casting one more look at the headless corpse next to him, his eyes filled with heavy sorrow.


Chapter 122 Hunter's Thirst for Blood (22)_1