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

Fu Qian lowered his head and quickly moved toward Sister Ox-head's direction, paying no mind to whether the two could keep up.


Soon, the figures of people around them became denser.


And it wasn't just students; Fu Qian saw a variety of attire, so the counselors were likely among them.


Following the roars, each person was holding their head with both hands, trying to pick it like a radish.


The force was so great that Fu Qian seemed to hear the crisp sound of neck vertebrae being pulled.


Under such torment, many necks already bore large patches of bruised bloodstains, yet everyone seemed oblivious.


All the people showed no reaction to him passing by.


At that moment, the roaring sounded closer; Sister Ox-head was only about a dozen meters away.


There was already a faint smell of blood in the air.


He stopped in his tracks and swiftly turned around.


Chapter 216: Worm of Erosion (Part 6)_1