This contraption can block Divine Sense probes, making it an excellent tool for escaping.
It belongs to the more niche escape mechanisms.
Unexpectedly, every Golden-faced Killer from the Hunting God Pavilion is equipped with one.
Zhu Chaoyang, Lu Yao, and the recently advanced Xie Jing want to pursue, but they are clouded by the silver smoke, and when they tear through the smog formed by the Divine Crystal Powder and rush out...
They are instantly dumbfounded.
Because those three Golden-faced Killers of the Hunting God Pavilion...
Have all become pieces fallen on the ground.
A towering figure like Tower Mountain, donning a conical bamboo hat, reveals a Cute Bull Mask.
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There’s still a dominant and roaring Dragon’s Chant lingering in the air.
"Bull Demon!"
Zhu Chaoyang’s hair stands on end, and his eyes can’t help but reflect alertness and gravity.
He also finds it strange.
He, Zhu Chaoyang, is actually feeling terrified and horrified by the presence of a Bull Demon who has barely condensed two Divine Gangs and just entered the rank of Great Grandmaster!
Could it be... this Bull Demon has already cultivated the True Intent of Martial Saint Ultimate Study?
Even developed a killing move?!
The oppressive feeling of the Bull Demon is too strong, the Qi-Blood wrapped around him is thick like fog, swirling as if donning a blood-colored Armor.
His robust stature, with Qi-Blood hot and majestic, blazes like a Baking Furnace.
Cold and stern torrents of air swirl violently.
Zhu Chaoyang grips the Mo Blade tightly, his eyes filled with utmost solemnity.
Xie Jing looks at the Bull Demon with fervor, even worship!
Although Xie Jing has just advanced to Great Grandmaster, he knows he can’t withstand a single move in front of the Bull Demon.
Lu Yao is indifferent, a confrontation between crude Martial Artists has nothing to do with him, a Divine Primordial True Person.
Glancing at the Golden-faced Killers of the Hunting God Pavilion whose heads were crudely burst by the Bull Demon on the ground and noticing that their Qiankun Jades were gone.
Lu Yao rolls his eyes.
This Bull’s actions are truly swift...
The next moment, Lu Yao’s Divinity swells, and he drifts towards the carriage.
Zhu Chaoyang puts away his Mo Blade and nods, also retreating rapidly.
Only Xie Jing, with enthusiastic reverence, approaches: "Elder Bull Demon!"
"I wonder... is the Underworld still recruiting?"
"I am willing to follow and learn from your Martial Path!"
Xie Jing sheathes his blade and stands straight, bowing deeply.
"The Underworld is not recruiting anymore."
Li Che glances at Xie Jing.
"You have your own Martial Path."
After the conversation concludes.
Li Che looks up and meets the Primordial Spirit gaze of Jiao Shaoqiu.
After a slight nod.
Li Che grips the Thunder Chess Piece and disappears without a trace.
Xie Jing looks up only to find the Bull Demon has vanished, his heart filled with loss...
He returns to the convoy and sees Li Qingshan, still seated on the carriage, tossing the Ram Horn Sky-breaking Hammer, wearing a Cat Face mask.
Mixed emotions assail him.
This Li Qingshan... managed to join the Underworld.
Yet he, Xie Jing, was rejected.
Sigh... envious of Li Qingshan’s first day of such fortune.
Roar roar roar ——
Jiao Shaoqiu, with a mighty Primordial Spirit, withdraws it and the flapping curtains fall back into place.
Nie Yang presses down on his bamboo hat, sheathing his dripping broken sword, and takes his place on the carriage, continuing to drive.
Li Chengzhou, on the other hand, has brightened eyes.
So... his Charioteer master is so powerful!
"Continue on the journey."
Jiao Shaoqiu coughs a few times, then his old voice drifts out.
The convoy’s leading Escort Master hurriedly clasps his fists in agreement.
This Escort Leader is merely in the Grandmaster Posterior Realm; how could he presume before a power like Jiao Shaoqiu.
The carriage wheels grind, crushing the wind and snow as the convoy moves on.
Li Qingshan, who is tossing the Ram Horn Hammer, suddenly grips the handle...
"Ah?"
"It’s over?!"
Li Qingshan’s eyes shrink, taken aback.
He hasn’t even made a move yet!
Wasn’t it said that this journey to Dao City would be dangerous?
Corpse God Cult, Hunting God Pavilion, and the experts dispatched by the mother of the Young Prince Ji Haihui’s Dragon Maiden...
Why... has only a Hunting God Pavilion assassin appeared?
What about the Corpse God Cult?
Where are the high-ranking members of the Dragon God Clan?!
Li Qingshan grits his back molars.
Cat Face of the Underworld, running again.
After the convoy sets out again, the Flood Dragon Horses, soothed by the Primordial Spirit of Jiao Shaoqiu, became calmer and even more eager.
The carriage speeds away, the children viewed the scenery outside through the carriage windows, yearning for it.
In the carriage, Xi Xi gathers with many little friends.
"Did you see the mushroom fireworks just now?"
"Such beautiful fireworks must have been released by Cow Cow Master!"
Xi Xi’s eyes brim with light, like adoring little stars shining.
Xi Xi blinks her big eyes, saying earnestly, "One day, I want to release such beautiful fireworks too!"
Gong Yuanliang and Gongyang Xiu immediately applaud.
"Emperor Xi Xi will definitely do it! And when you do, you must invite us to watch!"
Xi Xi, unable to contain her smile, nods her head satisfactorily.
No wonder ancient emperors always had treacherous officials around—who wouldn’t like to hear pleasant things?
Tie Shancai, propping his head on his hands, looks disdainfully at Gong Yuanliang and Gongyang Xiu.
"Bootlickers."
Tie Shancai snorts in disdain.
Hai Chao Sheng glances at Tie Shancai, seeming to find resonance.
Watching the lingering mushroom cloud across the sky, Xi Xi admires it for a while until the towering trees along the official road obscure her view.
Only then does she sit down with a plop on the soft carriage seat.
"It’s been a long time since I’ve played with fireworks..." mumbles Xi Xi.
Gong Yuanliang and Gongyang Xiu scratch their heads, truly at a loss for comforting words.
It seems that Xi Xi just set off fireworks on the last New Year’s Eve, right?
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