"Did you sleep comfortably here?"
The child in black armor, his face icy, spoke to Li Zhōujūn.
"Not bad." Li Zhōujūn smiled. As he spoke, he noticed that the child was holding a blood-soaked head in his hand.
Li Zhōujūn asked in surprise, "What's that?"
The child gave a cold laugh. "Great Emperor Beiyao's head."
As he spoke, the child tossed the head in his hand straight onto the ground. The head rolled and tumbled until it came to rest by Li Zhōujūn's feet.
"Little brother, what is the meaning of this?" Li Zhōujūn asked with a smile.
"Little brother? Heh heh. I've lived for tens of thousands of years, yet you still dare sleep in a place I've taken a liking to. Today, I'll send you down to keep Great Emperor Beiyao company. Dying by my hand will be your good fortune." The child grinned, then thrust the White Tassel Spear in his hand toward Li Zhōujūn, moving like a swimming dragon.
The child was as fast as a bolt of lightning, the spearhead aimed straight at Li Zhōujūn's throat.
[ Ding: This child is so arrogant? The system has issued a mission: take him as a lackey! Mission complete. The host will receive cultivation at the first level of the Great Sun Realm!]
At that very moment, the system issued Li Zhōujūn a mission.
Hearing the mission from the system, Li Zhōujūn naturally offered no resistance as the child's White Tassel Spear thrust toward his throat.
Clang!
When the White Tassel Spear in the child's hand struck Li Zhōujūn's throat, it rang out with a metallic boom and sent sparks flying. Yet that incomparably sharp spearhead failed even to pierce Li Zhōujūn's skin.
The scene he had imagined, in which one thrust would punch a hole