Morning dew, lightning flashes, danger in a hair's breath.
Chen Xu's palm fell even before Ah Sheng's sharp teeth.
Firstly, his speed was fast enough, surpassingly fast like a shooting star or lightning; secondly, his palm had always been hovering above Ah Sheng's head.
As it turns out, Chen Xu was prepared all along.
This movement of the palm hovering above the opponent's head was both a comfort and a form of control!
In the split second of life and death, Chen Xu's preparation gave him the best reaction time.
Ah Sheng violently pounced, but Chen Xu was even faster than him.
So fast that the old woman deep within the River God Temple had just begun to cackle triumphantly: "Hehe, naive little demon, kind scholar, foolish humans, all for me to eat! I want to eat, ah—"
The words halted abruptly.
So fast that the little hedgehog in the cage opened its eyes wide, its little hands just clutched the iron bars of the cage, being pricked by the runes above, bleeding.
