He had seen the Fusang Kingdom's Heaven-Blasting Thunder Bombs up close and knew their power better than anyone. He hurriedly curled up in a corner of the prison cart, clasped his hands over his head, and screamed.
"You damned ninjas, have you gone mad? I, Zhou Bo'an, am still here! I'm a friend of your Daimyo Kuroda! Stop!"
But no one paid any attention to his cries. The Heaven-Blasting Thunder Bombs plummeted, about to strike the treasure wagons and prison carts in the procession.
Lei Wu and the Imperial Guards tightened their grips on their weapons, their expressions grave.
With so many Heaven-Blasting Thunder Bombs, even if they were all Mortal Transformation Realm martial artists, they might not be able to dodge them all.
Just then, Su Fei stepped forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as true essence erupted around him.
He drove his Perfection Realm Dragon Catching Skill to its fullest. An invisible force spread outward from him like an enormous transparent net, instantly enveloping every Heaven-Blasting Thunder Bomb in midair.
The next moment, a wondrous sight appeared.
The Heaven-Blasting Thunder Bombs that had been plummeting suddenly seemed frozen by extreme cold. They hung motionless in midair, the black bombs suspended over everyone's heads.
It was as though they were in another world.
"Nani? What martial art is this?"
Hattori Kounan's eyes widened, his mouth falling open.
He had never seen a martial art in the Fusang Kingdom that could control objects from a distance. This was nothing short of a miracle.
At a thought from Su Fei,
the invisible force abruptly changed direction, flinging over a hundred Heaven-Blasting Thunder Bombs toward the ninjas at the front and rear of the procession.
As though they had eyes, the black Heaven-Blasting Thunder Bombs landed precisely before the dozens of ninjas blocking