A cold and indifferent voice echoed, and the Cow Riding Taoist's heart sank in foreboding, trying desperately to escape the scene before him. Unfortunately, it was already too late.
The ancient spear came roaring in with rampant killing intent, severing the Cow Riding Old Taoist's head in one swift motion. The next instant, Fang Lin held the severed head in his hand, while the green ox, enraged by the sight, charged at Fang Lin, attempting to reclaim its master's head.
"Scram!" Fang Lin delivered a fierce kick, sending the green ox tumbling midair, completely outmatched.
Failing to retrieve its master's head, the green ox could only grit its teeth and drag back the headless corpse of the old Taoist.
Fang Lin, clutching the severed head of the Cow Riding Old Taoist, cast an icy gaze toward the Black White Master nearby.
