Secret I "If you can drive back the Witch Clan and preserve peace for ten thousand years, I can grant you one match." Nu Wa fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
The Vermilion Bird Divine Fire around Lu Sheng seemed to have been doused with water, vanishing completely in an instant as though it had never existed.
"Since the Saint has no such intention, then I have been presumptuous." A faint smile still rested on his face, as if his previous violent battle intent had been nothing but an illusion.
But Nu Wa knew very well that Lu Sheng had genuinely wanted to fight her just now.
This was a madman.
Calm on the surface, yet beneath it was an utterly crazed battle fanatic. But if she defined him solely by his earlier display, she found it strange again.
Because an ordinary madman like that could never reach such heights. More than ninety-nine percent of such people would die young halfway through, brought down by too many campaigns and too many hidden injuries.
So he must have some reliance of his own.
But that had nothing to do with her. She was not a Heavenly Dao Saint like Hong Jun, one who controlled and calculated everything.
"I hope you keep your word." Nu Wa left behind those final words, then pointed with one hand. A streak of Red Glow shot from her fingertip and drifted gently down before Lu Sheng.
The Red Glow dispersed, revealing a crimson jade talisman decree within.
Lu Sheng reached out and pinched the talisman decree between his fingers. When he looked up, Nu Wa was already nowhere to be seen.
"Witch Clan. I don't want to truly waste ten thousand years here." He gently crushed the talisman decree. Saint talisman decrees generally did