The golden wind that sent Liu Rui flying had been Huang Yuanlong's doing.
A golden mask had already appeared on his face. Its design resembled some kind of bird of prey.
This mask was also the Performing God Mask.
Golden Mask. Garuda King!
Every spirit in the Realm of the Dead wanted to enter a plane inhabited by humans or the mortal world. The Realm of the Dead was utterly lifeless. Though they could exist there in such neither-human-nor-ghost forms, it was the human world they yearned for. It was rich in spiritual energy, with endless humans to serve as their food.
Liu Yinshan was horrified. That had been his intention as well, though he had not shown it. Lu Xuan's words seemed to have known exactly what he was thinking, leaving him aghast.
As it turned out, the Dali Kingdom was extremely strict in selecting and training its soldiers. Cavalrymen had to hit their targets five times while shooting from horseback to pass. Naval soldiers had to swim three thousand chi to qualify. Infantrymen had to carry five dou of rice for ten li without falling behind to pass. Those who could climb to the summit of Cang Mountain and plant a flag there were considered outstanding.
Even so, Feng Chenxi did not stop attacking in the slightest. She urged the Three Absolute Needles to continue stabbing toward Li Jiannan.
Talk about a dog biting Lü Dongbin and failing to recognize a good person! Seeing A Si so stubborn, Liu Xinghao still wanted to say something to enlighten him, but then he heard the sound of leather shoes stepping across the floor behind him.
Besides, although he had the Martial God's promise before him, Xiao Yunfei still could not guarantee that his proposal would be approved at the meeting