Jin Xu's revenge had failed.
Because...
He was completely unharmed.
In front of the dining hall's main entrance.
The Golden Thunderbolt that was supposed to smash down upon Granny Meng's head, in the fraction of a second when the young Taoist confirmed that the other party was bluffing, had split into six fine strands of Golden Thunder Arc, radiating outwards, striking the ground around her front, back, left, and right.
After a thunderous boom.
Six fine fountains burst forth from the pits, spraying up.
Neatly and evenly drenching Granny Meng's face, which still bore that odd smile.
Jin Xu looked on emotionlessly, his gaze calm as he watched her.
A strange thought inexplicably rose in his heart.
"How does this old lady's positioning look so much like a statue at the center of a fountain?"
On Granny Meng's side, stimulated by the icy touch of the underground spring water, she finally snapped back to reality.
