C122 Miscalculation

The old monk rolled up his sleeves, and with a "clang" sound, he had already rolled up the katana in his hand. The force was so strong that the katana in Qin Zhe's hand almost fell off.

Although the old monk had stopped Qin Zhe's descending blade, his eyes were unwaveringly focused on the man's face. The snake-shaped walking stick in his other hand was still pointing out the man's face