C224 The National Model

A wave of cold energy assaulted Lin Zhongtian's face. Lin Zhongtian's expression changed, but there was no turning back, because there was still the skinny monk behind him. Kill! Lin Zhongtian roared angrily and punched his chest, chest, and back. His fists were full of vigor as they moved forward straight, ignoring the seal pressing down on his chest.

Bang! The fat monk died on the spot