3111 Spirit Stone Cannon
“Bah!” A boorish tribesman spat on the ground, placed hands on hips, and scolded angrily, “Bunch of b*stards, come down and continue fighting, Grandpa, if you have the guts!”
Holy Son Miyan’s eyelids twitched slightly; he was about to berate the boor.
The Hall Master raised his hand slightly.
Coldness bloomed in his eyes as he brought his hand down heavily!
Boom! With a resounding bang, the boorish man was instantly sent flying by the Spirit Stone Cannon, shattering into fireworks in the air.
Voluminous blood mixed with rainwater splattered down, shocking everyone to the point of standing rooted to the ground, their pupils constricting involuntarily.
The man was a seventh-level spiritual realm cultivator, yet the Spirit Stone Cannon shattered his soul!
At that moment, more than ten Spirit Stone Cannons with such power pointed in their direction – survival seemed improbable.
Ming Asi frowned slightly, subconsciously pulling Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao’s small form back.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao, intent on taking small steps forward, was abruptly pulled behind again.
“Swish.” A white figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
Ming Asi held his sword, ready to strike, but upon seeing Duan Yue’s face through the rain and fog, he hesitated.
Duan Yue seemed like a ghost; his white clothes unstained by rain, long hair slightly flamboyant under the night sky. His narrowed eyes flickered with cold lightning as he scrutinized Ming Asi from top to bottom, finally landing on his bandaged arm.
Ming Asi didn’t realize he had heaved a sigh of relief; his hand slowly paused, breaking loose as he brusquely shouted, “What are you doing?”
He couldn’t even squeak when he walked! He moved like a ghost, silent and ethereal. Why was he so annoying?
Duan Yue gave him a deep look before turning around and appearing silently behind him. He picked up Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao, who was watching the show with an umbrella, and retreated without uttering a word.
Ming Asi frowned, but he refrained from speaking. Instead, he covered his eyes suddenly, turning his head to avoid the dazzling light.
“Where’s the little girl beside you?” The Hall Master looked at him coldly and asked.
Ming Asi couldn’t help but be stunned. Then, he realized something and sneered, “None of your business.”
Ali was so scared that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He promptly took a step forward, standing in front of his Big Bro. He shouted sternly at the Hall Master, “Kid, don’t mess around! I’m telling you!”
“This is His Highness the Crown Prince of the Nether Province! If you dare to harm the Nether Province’s Crown Prince, you’re finished!”
Two masked men in black flanked the Hall Master. The one on the left broke loose and harrumphed. “How? Tell me.”
The Hall Master clearly didn’t appreciate this person’s words. He looked up and glared at the individual with a warning.
“We don’t want to be harassed by the Three Provinces,” the Hall Master’s eyes flickered. “If His Highness the Crown Prince is willing to submit to our Heavenly Fate…”
“Dream on!” Ali stiffened his spine. “What kind of lousy organization are you? How dare you vainly try to convince my Big Bro to submit to you? You’re ridiculous!”
Crack!
Ming Asi’s pupils constricted. He grabbed Ali’s arm and pulled him away.
After a loud bang, the rock walls on both sides of the valley trembled again. Sand and stones rolled down, shaking for a while before stabilizing.
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