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

"So, it's because of the special decree power on him, isn't it?"


Not only did it render him immune to the Clear Dream Ring, but he didn't even hear the voices.


Though under the Star's Blessing, Orintel's constitution was far superior to that of mortals, to Fu Qian, it was merely akin to a sandbag that was just slightly tougher.


With a single slap that left only half his face intact, Orintel was thrown against the wall, instantly plunging into a state of blurred consciousness.


As the chief physician of Caring Valley, of course, personal revenge over differing opinions wasn't his style.


But this one thing he often said lingered: most of the pain in this world is not the retribution for evildoing, but merely the fallout from bad luck.


To Fu Qian, it was hard to determine how much of Orintel's decisive, efficient assault earlier—killing the main culprit first and blocking him so exactly—was truly of his own volition.


Chapter 1281: Loss of Image (25)