"Good."
Xue Qinghe burst into laughter.
"I like straightforward people like you, Brother Yuchen."
"Rest assured, with me here, I'll keep all of you safe."
Han Yuchen laughed along with him.
But inwardly, he mocked:
Keep us safe?
When the fighting starts, I'll be thanking the heavens if you don't stab us in the back.
Back in Shrek's carriage.
The smile on Han Yuchen's face vanished instantly.
"Little San, come here."
He beckoned to Tang San, who was resting with his eyes closed.
Tang San immediately moved closer.
"What is it, Little Chen?"
"Take out your hammer."
Han Yuchen pointed at Tang San's left hand.
Tang San froze for a moment, but he did as instructed.
The pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his palm, heavy and imposing, radiating a dense, weighty aura.
"Blue Silver Grass won't be useful on the road ahead."
Han Yuchen lowered his voice, his tone grave.
"The enemies we'll face aren't flowers raised in academies."
"They're real killers."
"Their Soul Power Levels are at least Soul Sage rank."
"Your Blue Silver Grass has strong control abilities, but against absolute power, it's too fragile."
Tang San nodded.
He had realized that as well.
Blue Silver Grass had yet to awaken its royal bloodline, so its toughness truly was insufficient.
"So you'll have to rely on this."
Han Yuchen pointed at the Clear Sky Hammer.
"Do you remember the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique I told you about before?"
"I do. I can already swing eighty-one hammers," Tang San said confidently.
"Not enough."
Han Yuchen shook his head.
"That's for forging, not killing."
"On a battlefield, no one will give you time to build up eighty-one swings."
"You need to compress the power of those eighty-one swings into the first three."
"How is that possible?"
Tang