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

Indeed, like us real men, no matter where we are, we stand out like fireflies in the night, brilliant, exceptional, filled with hatred!


Clearly, from the very start, I was Mr. Luo's biggest concern; he was always guarding against me.


So, after he had completely taken control of the Frenzied Spirit in his hands, he never again gave me the chance to simply observe.


"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? I see that you haven't fallen apart yet."


Mr. Luo just sneered, utterly unaffected by Fu Qian's rambling nonsense.


The next moment, with Fu Qian at the center, gray curtains appeared from all directions, squeezing in towards him.


It looked like the Frenzied Spirit had absorbed its power after devouring the Priest's Porcelain Doll just now.


At the same time, a green fireball the size of a basketball formed in Mr. Luo's hand.


And in just a few seconds, its color quickly darkened, until it was as black as ink.


Chapter 202 Porcelain Doll (20)_1