Kuocang City

Among the territories of Later Shu, Four Qi, and Qingqiu, Later Shu was far more barren than either lake-dotted Four Qi or Qingqiu, where cattle and sheep blanketed the land.

Here, there were only endless jagged rocks and Gobi Desert flats where the earth had dried and cracked. There was some green, but not much; more often, there were drought-resistant plants that blended into the Gobi itself.

Li Huowang had long since grown accustomed to the sight before him. After killing that thing in the sky that could summon clouds and rain, they had already been away from the coast for some time.

At this moment, Li Huowang and the others had completely changed their attire, dressed exactly like common folk fleeing disaster. Later Shu was still at war with the Dharma Sect, after all. Running into either side could spell trouble.

Yet even so, amid the chaos of war, trouble still came one after another.

"Clang! Clang!" The two swords crashed heavily together in midair. Li Huowang opened his mouth wide, and writhing black tentacles surged out, covering the bandit's face and tearing it clean off.

Beside him, Lu Xiucai raised his Serrated Sword and charged forward. Facing the enemy before him, he did not hesitate to pry off two fingernails with a bamboo strip and fling them out.

Arrow after arrow struck the paper bellyband covered in incantations around his waist, yet each one rang with the sound of metal striking stone.

Faced with these well-equipped bandits, Lu Xiucai felt no fear. His eyes held only hatred that would not disperse.

If anyone had left the deepest impression on Li Huowang along this journey, it was Lu Xiucai. He truly wanted to avenge his family.

Whenever they encountered the Dharma Sect, he was always the first to charge