The Ultimate Combat Style

"Dog, wake up! They're all old women older than your great-grandmother. Keep yourself under control!"

The Artifact Spirit kept shouting in the Sea of Consciousness, shaking the Glazed Bottle as it did.

This was an old trick. Whenever Hanyu's mind was in trouble, all it had to do was shake the bottle, and it worked every time.

Hanyu's mind suddenly cleared, and a chill ran through his body.

Damn it, he hadn't been having any improper thoughts this time. He'd just been stunned the moment he laid eyes on her.

How wicked!

Chen Xixi had been about to scold him, but Muzi Li was getting beaten into an increasingly sorry state. She hurriedly transformed into a streak of light and charged back into the battle.

Hanyu and the Artifact Spirit stared at each other in silence for a moment. At last, Hanyu, still gaping in shock, spoke first.

"Could that really be Chen Xixi?"

Good grief. It was one thing for Chen Xixi to be a woman, but was she also a femme fatale?

She really was a femme fatale. Hanyu could only think that having a face like that was far too troublesome.

Damn, even a single glance could get you into trouble. She was a menace.

The distant battle still seemed to be under Chang Geng and Lu Yuan's control. Even after Chen Xixi charged back in, nothing changed. Muzi Li was battered until his aura grew feeble again, his long robe already stained red with blood.

Lu Yuan's manifested avatar moved. His folding fan sent a sea of flames surging toward the two of them, but just as the blaze was about to engulf them, it suddenly halted midair.

Not only did it stop, it began shifting into all sorts of strange shapes in the void.

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