Hearing that familiar voice from atop the imperial hall, Qi Kang struggled to his feet after suffering heavy injuries.
"Cough, cough! Master Li has arrived?"
Qi Kang could not have been more familiar with the master who had taught him the craft of blacksmithing.
Given Master Li's temperament, he rarely put himself in peril or trapped himself in dangerous situations. He had taken the art of self-preservation to its absolute peak.
Yet today, seeing him appear amid this crisis, Qi Kang unexpectedly felt at ease, as if anything could be entrusted to him.
Perhaps this was what they called a sense of security.
It was not just Qi Kang. Qian Hong, who had been bitterly holding on until now, felt the same way.
Sage Monarch Tuwahaer, standing nearby, turned cold-faced and said disdainfully:
"You Jianghu rebels are merely coming here to die, no matter how many of you come! This banquet was set up for you!"
"Nuchik, keep them all here!"
After saying that, Tuwahaer pulled another talisman paper from his robes and slapped it onto himself again. The golden light around his body grew several shades denser.
At the same time, he tightly gripped a Wind-Walking Talisman in his hand, ready to use it on himself at any moment.
"Roar!" Nuchik roared at Li Qing atop the imperial hall. It was both a challenge and a display of force; he intended to avenge the sneak attack from before.
Li Qing smiled, drained the Kushen Wine in the jar in one gulp, then fiercely smashed the empty jar against the ground.
Very soon, the medicinal effects of the Kushen Wine began to spread, swiftly replenishing the vital essence Li Qing needed.
"Born with divine strength? Then I want to see just how great your strength is!"
When he finished speaking,