Then the Overlord gun in the old man's hand was like petals blown off by the strong wind.

It's more like the Overlord's Gun failed to withstand the erosion of thousands of years, and turned into sand and gravel in the years when a breeze blew by.

Then it slowly floated down while the old man was stunned. In his exclamation, the invincible Overlord Spear turned into sand in the wind, and quietly fell at his feet under his gaze.

Another gust of mountain wind blew by, taking away even a touch of sand and gravel beneath my feet.

Also missing were his Immortal Sword, Peacock Feather, Jasper Sword, Passionate Ring, and Farewell Hook.

The treasures that the old man had collected for thousands of years turned into dust in the wind just because he was unwilling to be ruined by Watson.

Not to mention that I didn’t imagine a huge explosion between life and death, not even a spark was ignited!

Looking at everything in front of him, the old man suddenly turned pale, his body trembled violently, and then murmured to himself: "This is impossible! This is your magic!"

The old man looked at the young man sitting quietly five feet away in front of him, and was shocked and speechless. He thought to himself, what kind of method could this affect the stopping of time?!

The old monk shook his head, looked at the old man and said, "You should have left this world long ago!"

The old monk's voice was as distant as the morning bells and evening drums in the temple, and it was like the sound of a wooden fish tapping into the old man's ears, leaving him unable to doubt it.

The old man's beard and hair were all stretched out, and he roared: "Who are you? Even my senior brother from thousands of years ago was helpless and couldn't make me leave this world."

The old monk shook his head, looked at him and said quietly: "If you lose, you must fulfill your agreement with Watson and let him take those children and leave this world."

Looking at the old man's confused expression, the old monk's clothes were not moving in the wind, and he said lightly with his hand holding the flower: "Originally, I didn't need to take action."

The old man looked up at the top of the snow-capped mountains and said coldly: "Why should I listen to your arrangements?"

The old monk said calmly: "I didn't take any action. I just sat here. It's just that you can't hurt me."

The old man was startled when he heard this, shook his head and said, "Are you the senior of that boy Watson or his master? As far as I know, the monks at Yunqi Temple do not have such a level of cultivation."

The old monk did not answer his question, but said quietly: "There are two choices in front of you."
Chapter completed!