Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

wered his head slightly, and in a deliberate, condescending tone, he said, "Do you think you could possibly beat me"Fu Baosong struggled to turn his head under Lin Zhengren's feet. He looked at Lin Zh... left hand empty, they suddenly thrust forward, conjuring numerous water serpents out of thin air that tightly bound the four-finned, single-horned fish. No matter how it struggled, it could not escap...