1316: Smacked Flying

Smacked Flying

This round of counterattacks was swift and merciless, charging back into Old Monkey's conscious pool.2

This spiritual conscious attack completely caught Old Monkey off guard.

This unexpected counterattack was like a sharp blade that sunk into the depths of his conscious pool and tore apart a wide breach.

Old Monkey could only let out a blood-curdling screech before his eyes rolled backward. He also fell backwards and crashed to the ground heavily.

This spiritual conscious attack was evidently more fierce that that probing attack earlier.

Qiao Mu had also slowly grasped the gist of a spiritual conscious attack.

When this licentious man called Old Monkey woke up, he would probably discover that he had totally turned into an idiot.

A lowly small fry with level-two spiritual conscious dared to attack her, humph!

Her spiritual conscious was at level three. Crushing a level two was too easy…

At this time, Old Monkey abruptly collapsing to the ground unconscious terrified the other people.

They simply could not believe that Old Monkey had just fallen like this, and their gazes toward Qiao Mu contained a hint of uncertainty.

It really was weird!

Among them, Old Monkey's mental energy could be considered the best. Yet an expert that possessed level-two spiritual conscious was trounced by a minor level-nine mystic cultivator's mental attack!

Who would believe this!

Old Monkey's partner howled after recovering from his shock. "Everyone, careful, this lass isn't some level-nine mystic cultivator at all."

These fellows belatedly realized that something was off.

How could a minor level-nine mystic cultivator trounce a genuine spiritual cultivator? Was this possible?

Evidently, the other party was relying on some kind of treasure or the like to hide her abilities!

"What a bunch of trash. So many of you got sent here, yet you aren't able to handle a single little girl!" A sinister voice accompanied by an unceasing chill came crashing over.

Qiao Mu contracted her pupils as she abruptly turned her head. She then emitted a faint water spiritual energy from her body, encasing herself instantly with a water spiritual barrier.

A gigantic wave crashed down on her along with that sinister voice.

*Whack!* The little fellow tumbled about in her water spiritual barrier, her arms and legs flailing about. She got smacked flying at once by that force…

Seeing that their boss had instantly smacked that d*mn lass flying at once, Old Monkey's companions who had been humiliated earlier cheered with renewed morale while waving their arms, "Brother Tu[1] is mighty, Brother Tu is powerful!!"

*Wham!* Qiao Mu's head, protected by the water spiritual barrier, was buried in a deep pit after she got smacked by that gigantic wave.

How abominable!

This person actually smacked her flying!

Was there still justice?

Even though she didn't get injured, she had truly been smacked flying. Smacked flying this was!

A guy with grade-six spiritual water could actually manipulate such an enormous amount of water.

While she, she merely had those five slender streams of water!!

Her pride was in tatters…

This was the difference. Don't say sacred water could crush all spiritual water grade-nine and below. It was evident right now that the other person's thigh was thicker than her own. Thus, even if the grade of the spiritual water he wielded was the difference between heaven and earth when compared to her own, it couldn't be helped that he was stronger in actual combat!

Qiao Mu adjusted her mentality and promptly flipped out from the pit, keeping a poker face as she looked at that person.

The person referred to as Brother Tu was an elder in his sixties. He cast a cold look over with a darkened face.

[1] Tu means slaughter.

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