Four-Faced Buddha was wreathed in demonic qi, yet he was even more nauseating than the abbots and monks inside the Sound of Dharma Temple in Myriad Buddha Province.
At this very moment, especially when he put on that compassionate, pitying-the-world pose, he was utterly a shameless hooligan and thug, disgusting to the extreme.
Even so—
With the few of them, plus the Great Emperor Realm experts constantly rushing over at this moment, Qin Jiuge and his group seemed to have turned into turtles trapped in a jar all at once.
If they slipped up even a little, they would probably be in for the worst luck imaginable.
"What do we do?"
Heavenly Poison Scorpion appeared before Qin Jiuge, his expression carrying a rare trace of faint tension.
Although he, too, had the meaning of being master of this Yellow Springs Blood River, and was likewise a genuine Great Emperor Realm expert, the scene before him was still somewhat beyond his own expectations.
Even if the Great Emperor Realm was strong enough, it absolutely could not handle the present situation.
Two fists were no match for four hands.
He was only one person.
"What is there to fear?"
Qin Jiuge merely smiled faintly.
Immediately afterward, the aura around him, in the span of an instant, directly linked Feng Liuxing beside him together with Heavenly Poison Scorpion.
The faint aura was filled with dense power of Fortune.
Astonishingly, it was none other than the supreme handiwork of Qin Jiuge, of the Great Qin Imperial Dynasty's Lord Qin Family Divine Emperor.
"I am the Son of Luck. Naturally, in all things I will turn calamity into fortune. With the likes of you, now and today, you still want my life?"
The power of Fortune transformed into a golden wheel, giving off a dim