C381 The Eight Immortals Each Showed Their Divine Abilities

Monk Jiechen's disdainful words stung more sharply than an actual slap across the face. In a flash, the complexions of Xiahou Ping and Nalan Hao flushed crimson, their breaths heaving like overburdened oxen.

"Ah!!! You're dead, baldy! This isn't over!!!"

A roar, thick with rage, erupted. Nalan Hao couldn't contain himself any longer. His body ignited with a fury of flames as he soared upward