The Oppression of the Sixteenth Rank Grand Shang Zao (Part 2) [Monthly Tickets, Please]

As Shen Tang's Word Spirit fell, an invisible wind seemed to gather beneath her feet, gently yet powerfully lifting her up.

In an instant, light flowed around her. Shen Tang felt as though she might break free of gravity's grip, and the heavy flesh that imprisoned her soul grew as light as a goose feather. She had the sense that with a mere thought, she could roam the heavens and shoot straight into the sky—but she resisted the temptation.

Because—

The Qi in her Dantian was draining at an abnormal rate.

She thought of how the next line of the Word Spirit [The roc rises with the wind one day] was [Whirling straight up ninety thousand li]. If she actually managed to use that thing, she'd either drop dead on the spot or cosplay Chang'e flying to the moon. Thinking about it now, she was so frightened she could have wrung sweat from herself. For the first time, she was glad her mouth hadn't outrun her brain! Still, she was deeply unwilling to just watch the newcomer show off.

Showing off in front of her was a crime!

Even Gongxi Chou would get two slaps from her for that, let alone some stranger. So Shen Tang changed tack—

"Whirl straight up thirty meters!"

Heh heh heh. She couldn't fly ninety thousand li into the sky, but if she compromised and went up thirty meters, surely that wouldn't put her life in danger?

"Everyone, stay calm! Everyone, stay calm!"

The people in the Dragon Slaying Bureau's Alliance Army weren't all dead weight. Faced with a surprise attack, they quickly steadied themselves.

"Disobey a military order, and you die!"

At a critical moment, they could only make an example of one to warn the rest.

They managed to calm the commotion, more