The middle aged man glanced indifferently at the fatty, and then he took a step forward and vanished on the spot.

Clang!

The fatty’s axes fell to the ground. At this moment, his face was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with extreme terror. He was at the ninth rank of the Monarch Realm, so he was absolutely no fool. Just that glance from the middle aged man had caused his soul to tremble with fear.

Moreover, the middle aged man had vanished from his field of vision with just a single step. He knew very well that seemingly ordinary middle aged man was much more terrifying than the young man who smashed him flying with a single punch!

No, he felt that middle aged man was even more terrifying than the boss of his boss!

“Dammit! I’m not doing this anymore! No more!” The fatty didn’t even pick up his axes. He immediately turned around and fled.

…

Yang Ye and the Sword Spirit arrived before the Tower of Buddha, and a middle aged man appeared in front of them right when they arrived before its entrance.

Yang Ye’s expression changed, and he hurriedly...