The Shamanic Dancer entered Small Mountain Village.
The moment he stepped into the village, the twang of a slingshot rang out.
Wang Xiao Er appeared, drawing back his slingshot and firing at the Shamanic Dancer!
The slingshot's projectile left a trail that transcended time and space. It was only a pebble, yet it seemed to have crossed the stars of the universe, trailing scorching flames that could burn everything as it shot through all the heavens!
Wang Xiao Er, whose real name was Wang Wuxu, had given it everything. His shots never missed; once loosed, they were sure to hit!
"Wang Wuxu."
The Shamanic Dancer glanced at him indifferently, then raised a hand. His palm seemed to transform into a vast sea of darkness, directly blocking the pebble Wang Xiao Er had shot!
He caught it in his hand!
"So what if your shots never miss? The Dao of No Harm protects me. How could you hurt me?!"
His figure vanished from where he stood, closing in on Wang Xiao Er.
But at that moment, the seemingly short dozen or so steps between him and Wang Xiao Er unfolded into billions of spatial laws, barring his way. It was as if the distance between them had become endless!
Yet the Shamanic Dancer was like a ghost, crossing every distance and appearing beside Wang Xiao Er.
No Distance!
But the instant he appeared, several ropes sprang up beneath his feet!
The ropes seemed to have been forged from the Great Dao itself.
The other children in the village had already laid their traps, waiting for him to make a move.
The ropes, capable of binding the Supreme, had already looped around the Shamanic Dancer's feet.
But the Shamanic Dancer moved like a hare from its burrow. The ropes, which radiated a