Snow was still falling. After slaughtering every bandit, Little Stone returned to normal.
Li Da Niu, Xu Jiaorong, and the others watched Little Stone squat on the ground and sob in terror. Sniffling as he picked up silver, he gathered coins large and small and carried them into the shop. Beside him, many bandits with shattered knees wailed, screamed, and begged for help as they crawled desperately away. Before the elderly, the weak, and women, these so-called heroes had looked like vicious fiends; before a terrifying powerhouse, their true colors were laid bare.
In the snow, Little Stone sobbed as he carried the silver inside, shut the door, and even braced it with a table.
The little boy crouched behind the door, quietly weeping...
The wind and snow in Suzhou and Hangzhou City were not particularly fierce, but over Golden Mountain Courtyard by the great river in the distance, a blizzard howled and churned. More frighteningly, black clouds from all directions continued to replenish it without end. The rumbling wind could be heard clearly throughout Suzhou and Hangzhou City.
The sound drifting over was not a mournful whistling, but a deep, trembling growl resembling a moo.
At the heart of the storm, the Golden Pagoda had already frozen into an ice tower. Solid Ice roughly two feet thick encased the entire pagoda from top to bottom, with only the magical treasure atop it still stubbornly flashing with golden radiance.
The ice tower stood firm. Had it been an ordinary wooden tower or Stone Tower, it would have long collapsed beneath the weight.
To draw away the Earth Vein Dragon Qi, the pagoda had to be dealt with first. The earth vein was suppressed by that high-grade magical treasure, making it difficult to extract.
Snow and wind swept over her battle