Chapter 884 Intoxicated And Dreaming, How Many Lives!

• A deafening boom echoed through the air as the ancient demon god, towering like a mountain, extended his hand and pressed down with immense force. It was as if a heavy truck had collided with the ancient monk, Listen Zen Buddha, with a grand and overwhelming momentum that shook the heavens.
• The ancient monk's face twisted in bitterness. Despite his years of practice, he knew he was nothing in the presence of a saint, akin to an ant being effortlessly controlled by another. Yet, he was a figure of the older generation, unwilling to let his reputation be tarnished so easily. If he were to meet his end, he would do so with dignity.
• Muttering under his dry breath, the ancient monk raised his hands to the sky. In an instant, a pair of golden hands materialized in the void, lifting upwards with all the strength he had left. The golden hand, though ten feet in size, was no match for the demon god.