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

Although Reginald and the other person hadn't said a word, their faintly out-of-control expressions tipped Fu Qian off and made him naturally deliver that comment.


Hmph, let me give you a little taste of professional shock.


With a proud expression, Fu Qian touched the wound left by the leech with his finger and then showed it off to the two.


Staring at the drop of Blood Bead on Fu Qian's hand, Reginald's face turned unsightly. He looked completely unwilling to speak.


Ultimately, it was Amila who asked the soul-wrenching question. Her voice was hoarse and dry.


And to some extent, that question was almost an acknowledgment of Fu Qian's earlier statements.


Isn't it because you guys are not cutting it?


Chapter 1249: Excessively Extreme