Ancient Nether Chaos Will Collective Makes a Dashing Entrance
"Exhausted. Huge drain." Senior White's Clone gave a terse reply.
Language was an art. Being concise while still making oneself understood was actually no easy feat.
Hearing this, Song Shuhang's King's Right Hand instinctively began itching to act. "Senior White, would you like a shot of Spirit-Nourishing Art to perk you up?"
Senior White's Clone: "..."
Spirit-Nourishing Art your head. I know it's a variation of Sword-Nourishing Art and Blade-Nourishing Art, all right? If you dare use it on me, believe me, I'll send you into the 'Sluggish Secret Realm' where Three Waves went last time. And this time, I won't even turn on the wireless network for you.
No, I can't go on. Just thinking about it is exhausting.
Forget him.
Senior White's Clone slowly closed his eyes again.
Seeing that Senior White was about to fall asleep once more, Song Shuhang's right hand began slipping out of control. Trembling, it reached toward Senior White.
Below them, Senior White's Scarlet Heaven Sword said, "..."
This kid is beyond saving. Contact that Flood Dragon Overlord fellow from the 'Nine Provinces Number One Group' and reserve him an Undersea Graveyard. I heard that lately, buying a luxurious tomb also came with a free parking space.
Fortunately, compared with Mad Saber Three Waves, Song Shuhang had one advantage: sometimes, he could control his instinct to court death.
Just as he was about to let his hand slip and send out Blade-Nourishing Art, Song Shuhang suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
He stopped his suicidal action.
Then, he lightly leaped, flipped his body upside down, and began stepping through the void, head down and feet up.
As his palm moved through the void, a beautiful black lotus condensed and supported his hand.