Volume 1, Chapter 53: Going to My Place
"Ah, would you like me to drive you home?" Lin Xi asked with a puzzled look.
"I am the sovereign of the great Shang Dynasty. I wonder what business brings you gentlemen to my domain?" the King of Shang asked, furrowing his brow.
"No way!" Looking at the mosquitoes lying dead on the ground outside, Usopp screamed in terror. To think such immense power was unleashed simply to swat a single mosquito!
In his fading vision, he saw his own blood pooling and flowing into the grooves on the ground. Following the channels, a red light gradually began to glow, just like the phenomenon earlier in the central square.
"You..." Hearing this, Yelü Dashi knitted his brows deeply. It was quite evident that this monk was aware of Xiao Tianlang's death and the annihilation of the Heavenly Wolf Cavalry. That much was fine, but what did his words truly imply?
Lu Yuxin was truly incorrigible, always resorting to the threat of a "snip" against me. Subconsciously, I pulled my legs together, nearly developing a psychological complex regarding that dreaded word.
The moment Yun Shi departed, the members of the Yun Sect immediately followed suit. Mo Zhiwang naturally hastened to keep pace, while Hu Hansan could only shake his head in response.
Only now did I understand. As everyone gathered around me, Chen Zhiwang was tending to Leng Xin's son nearby. It seemed he had truly devoted his entire heart to Leng Xin, and I silently swore to myself that I would never let him lay a hand on her again.
With this thought, Zhuang Xiaoman's expression, which had already been growing chilly, instantly turned even more aloof.
Although Kun Ling had indeed underestimated his opponent earlier, and Qin Fan had seized a fleeting initiative to gain an upper hand in momentum, managing to temporarily trap a half-emperor realm expert with merely the cultivation of the late Heavenly Sovereign realm was, to say the least, a shocking and hair-raising feat.
The Yellow Dragon Cavalry and the Northern Di's Solu Tribe were locked in a bizarre yet fiercely brutal battle. The ground was littered with unseated soldiers and discarded weapons, while blood rendered the dark earth even blacker. Yet, right in the midst of this carnage, a bizarre anomaly occurred in the sky.
No one could predict what eccentric style of play would appear next. Shiraishi had only mastered strategies for the net, so it was naturally impossible for him to counter Fuji's newly unleashed ultimate move, which belonged to the Fujimine Tai Chi playing style.
Before his voice had even faded, beads of cold sweat suddenly broke out across his forehead, and his complexion turned deathly pale... and finally, he fainted dead away.
In that fleeting instant, a trace of panic flickered within her cold and hardened eyes.
An Yifei shook his head and remained silent. Across a vast open space resembling a military training ground, those people were riding strange creatures covered in feathers. Though classified as avians, they lacked wings and possessed robust limbs, bearing a strong resemblance to the mythical Xiezhi.
Most notably, the Iron Eagle Sharpshooters failed to break through the Divine Sharp Army's defense line in a single charge; instead, they were firmly pinned down and suppressed by the Divine Sharp Army.
However, as monsters governed by the Thirteen Beasts, they had no qualification to raise questions. As long as they confirmed that the other party was indeed their designated target, that was enough.
As dusk deepened, the hazy moisture within the grove grew increasingly dense. When the wind blew, the vapor swayed gently like mist, and the air carried a touch of nighttime chill.
Though they had been spending time together for nearly three months, every time he heard that enchanting voice, Qin Yun's heartbeat could not help but race faster than usual.
"A mutated ghost! That sounds rather interesting. It might prove to be of immense benefit to the Myriad Ghost Banner." Qin Yun was already poised to strike, lacking only a reason to make his move.