An Yang stared in a daze at this scene.
The sturdily built Shen Ming looked like a butcher. He raised his hand, and that beam of five-colored light, like the sharpest spear, pierced right through the armor along with Xiaochán's frail body inside!
In this world once populated by countless gods and buddhas, the role played by the Eternal Alloy was truly too small.
Reality continued to deal him a heavy blow—fresh crimson blood flowed out from the spot where the cool armor had been pierced!
Though the five-colored light was fierce, it failed to block the wound, and the blood soon flowed down along the smooth metal surface, dripping onto the scorching sand and sizzling with a trace of smoke.
Heaven seemed afraid that he wouldn't dare to believe it, and hurriedly used this bloody scene to tell him that everything was real!
For a moment, An Yang's mind went completely blank, yet countless fragments of memory seemed to flash through in a split second.
Back then in Bingzhou City of the Yue Kingdom in the Divine Continent world, there was that timid little girl first met; later, the little fox spirit who wailed bitterly while being protected under an old man's body; and then Xiaochán began following him, trekking thousands of miles alongside him all the way to find Kunlun, walking haltingly step by step... only then did he gradually come to understand this little girl.
She had once endured a tragic background, experienced a childhood no one could ever imagine, and possessed a timid yet tenacious temperament. She was afraid of interacting with people, yet never willing to owe anyone anything.
She had washed clothes and cooked meals for him, driven his carriage for him, and even massaged his shoulders and kneaded his legs for him...
Initially,