The old man stared at Wang Han in horror.

"How could it be? How could it happen to you! Why would such a thing happen!"

The old man roared angrily and pulled Wang Han's wrist away.

After taking a few steps back, Deng Deng took out a small bottle from his pocket, unscrewed it and poured it into his mouth.

Wang Han looked at the slightly yellowish liquid and couldn't help but think too much.

After all, it is indeed a bit strange for these people to sometimes drink something they think has magical powers.

The old man seemed to have taken drugs.

The momentum surged again.

"I have to take you back and study you carefully!"

The old man looked ferocious.

He rushed towards Wang Han.

Wang Han's eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils, and the evil creature wrapped around his arms spun wildly.

The waist twisted.

One style of Tianlong Fist!

The friction of air makes a sonic boom sound!

The old man flew backwards like a cannonball!

Wang Han was stunned after the punch was fired!

The Tianlong Fist that I used before could only exert 80% of my strength. Now with the blessing of this hand, I can actually exert 100% of my power!

The old man flew out the door and hit the wall with his back, making a loud noise.

The wall covering peeled off, and a hemispherical pit was dented in the brick wall.

The old man raised his head in shock.

Staring at Wang Han with vertical pupils.

The voice trembled.

In his mouth, he was muttering poetry from the Rigveda with strange emphasis.

“Sacrifices are performed as sacrifices.

This is the first of its kind.

And its power reaches to the sky.

There lived the ancient gods.

Holy One!"

The old man raised his head and stared at Wang Han, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"You are the saint among the oracles of the Awakened One!
Chapter completed!