C650 An assassin

"Did you bring that thing?" Zi Chen asked with a fervent look in his eyes.

"Here!"

The monk nodded, and with a flip of his hand, a palm-sized sledgehammer appeared in his hand. The sledgehammer's hilt glowed with boundless lightning, like a dancing snake, releasing a tyrannical aura.

This was the foundation that Zi Chen had seen when he was killed by the burial site. Back then