Chapter 172 God of Moon and God of Giant Spirit

In the rainy night, the Boji Mountain was particularly dark and quiet. There was only one house with a small light in the Taoist temple. The faint yellow light was like a small butterfly that couldn't fly out of the walls of the Taoist temple. It was dark outside the walls, and even the outline of the forest could not be seen in the moonless night.

The flash of white light was not very powerful, but the Spiritual Qi was condensed to the extreme. The white light covered the outline of the dagger, like the burning sun at summer noon, and was grasped by the hunter. At this moment, the bluestone floor, stone steps, mottled courtyard walls, and the quiet and dense forest around could be seen clearly under the white light, even too dazzling to look straight at.

The hunter's smile was still friendly and honest as if he hadn't handed out the dagger which could kill a person but a common wineskin. No one could feel his killing intent. His movement was very natural