"Amitabha."
The old monk chanted a Buddhist mantra.
"Benefactor, don't resist in vain. What I cultivate is the Vajra Unbreakable Body; you can't hurt me."
The old monk walked leisurely towards Li Feng.
Li Feng looked skeptically at the old monk.
"Oh, is that so!"
Li Feng sneered, his gaze sweeping over the toothpick holder on the coffee table, which directly floated into the air as the lid popped open.
At least a hundred toothpicks floated out of the holder and then arranged themselves like a formation in front of Li Feng.
Li Feng let out a contemptuous laugh, raising his hand, and thirty or so toothpicks disappeared instantly.
Though Li Feng might be lacking in Sword Control, when it comes to something as lightweight as Ye Yiyang's toothpicks, he can easily muster control.
Once the speed reaches a certain degree, even a toothpick can become terrifying.
Several meters apart.
In a flash, the toothpicks arrived.
