Gao Ming had not expected the abilities of these Joyful Immortals to be so bizarre. They were transformed from certain images in nightmares and were not true Deities, but because people mentioned them frequently and thought of them often in dreams, they had acquired some special powers.
"Rebound damage doubled?" Gao Ming rose from the ground with a knife in hand, and the two monks opposite him did the same. They looked dishevelled, yet not at all troubled by their injuries, as red Xi threads rapidly repaired their wounds.
Not only that, but as other Xi Xian infused them with Xi Qi, their bodies kept swelling.
"Bear one remark, and the root of disaster will no longer grow."
"Spare one fight, never quarrel with others about strength or weakness."
"Endure one moment, and the pit of fire becomes the White Lotus Pond."
"Step back once, and it is the path of cultivation in the human world."
