Chapter 271 - 172 Failure
Wei Zhifeng, upon hearing these words, felt a surge of anger shoot straight to his heart and bellowed, "Looking for death!"
He was the first to charge forward, his muscles tensing violently, almost without reservation, he unleashed his full strength.
Whoosh!
The Nine-section Whip made a circle before suddenly shooting out straight, its tip swiftly aiming for the bald monk’s throat.
The bald monk, with a wine gourd in one hand and stroking his beard with the other, spoke leisurely, "Ah, the Nine-section Whip, this weapon is splendid in appearance but lacks substance, too flashy."
The next instant, he raised his hand and caught the tip with two fingers.
Swish!
Wei Zhifeng couldn’t help but inhale sharply, his scalp went numb instantly.
The tip of his Nine-section Whip, carrying a force of tens of thousands of pounds, was firmly clamped between the bald monk’s two fingers!
Wei Zhifeng pulled frantically, but couldn’t budge those two fingers at all.
"The shiny silver luster turning unpredictably, unpredictably, the iron joints produce crescent shapes," the bald monk let out a long howl, and with a sudden yank backward, a terrifying force erupted.