Chapter 5953
Harvey grew curious when he sensed the aura locking onto him.
The Smalt Sect’s tricks had exceeded his expectations. The sect wouldn’t be as complacent as some of the sacred martial arts training grounds, either. They were used to their tradition, but they could also accept things of modern society.
Terrifying forces like these would be difficult to deal with.
There was a reason the sect could survive for more than a thousand years.
While Harvey was thinking about the situation, a figure in a yellow robe stepped into the room from the window.
His robes were worn out, and the beads hanging on his neck were filled with blood and scars. His hands were folded together, and he glanced at Harvey with a grim expression.
With a getup like that, he wouldn’t even need to wear makeup for a horror movie.
The tiles where he landed instantly turned to dust, leaving only two faint footprints.
Horrifying! How horrifying!
The disciples of the Smalt Sect instinctively stepped back.
Even a few Mutants looked confused.
They believed they had no need to fear anyone since they came from the world’s strongest country… The so-called martial artists, in their eyes, were only for show.
However, they had a change of mind as soon as they saw the corpse.
The Demon Monk’s strength was a lot more terrifying compared to the so-called martial arts shown in Hollywood movies.
The simple move of leaving a set of footprints was enough to show immense control of his power. This meant that his power would definitely not leak elsewhere!
A hundred percent of his force would be in every one of his attacks!
This was insane!
The Demon Monk didn’t realize he had frozen everyone around him. He held his string of beads as he slowly walked out. Faint footprints could be seen after every step he took.
He smirked as soon as he got closer to Harvey.
“Let go of my lady. Kill yourself after that. I’d at least pray for you if you do.
“If you get a chance to reincarnate, remember this. Don’t go against anyone you can’t afford to.”
“Do you have a whole script for your speech?” Harvey said, not even looking at the Demon Monk. “You want me to kill myself? You think you even have the right for that?”
“Sigh! What’s the point of having that sharp tongue?”
The Demon Monk sighed before pouncing forward, leaving an afterimage in the process. At the same time, he swiped his scrawny-looking hand at Harvey.
‘The Soul Snatcher! The move can punch through a steel wall if it hits, let alone a person’s head!’
Clang!
Before the move even landed, Harvey quickly turned his firearm and pulled the trigger at the Demon Monk’s palm.
Bang!
The Demon Monk quickly changed his expression; he naturally knew just how powerful the firearm was. He quickly channeled the terrifying aura to the palm of his hand.
