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

Qing quickly realized something, and immediately took a step back, scrutinizing Red Dragon's body.


He noticed a bright line emerging amidst the bloodstains on the left side of Red Dragon's shoulder and neck.


Red Dragon had already tried his best to dodge, but the splashing, like a downpour, still contaminated him with a trace of fluorescence.


As a professional, Qing quickly adjusted his regret and asked solemnly.


"It's a pity, considering prior experiences, it's very likely to turn you into a mad, bloodthirsty animal at some point."


The prisoner on death row warily stared at the door behind him while saying swiftly.


"So, I suggest you keep your distance from me."


Yellow Dragon, obviously not the good-hearted man of legends, scoffed at this suspicion and bent down to pick up the Blade Spear.


Chapter 937: Facets (10)