The next moment, Shen Qing moved like a tiger descending upon a flock of sheep. He easily dodged the three wooden staffs and closed in on the warrior monks in the blink of an eye.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Shen Qing’s fists moved like the wind. Within the span of a single breath, the three warrior monks were sent flying backwards like kites with cut strings, finally crashing heavily to the ground.
Chapter 20