"Born, my ass!"
After Zhao Changsheng realized he'd been left behind, he was so furious that he cursed up a storm.
Ever since he'd met that calamity Qin Feng, the two of them had been bound by a wretched fate. Not only had nothing gone his way, he hadn't even been able to read in peace at the Library Pavilion.
If Heaven could give him another chance, he absolutely wouldn't run his mouth and offer Murong Jing advice. He'd stay far away from that bastard Qin Feng and quietly hole up in the Library Pavilion with his books.
"Qin Feng!!"
Seeing Qin Feng run off, Lingxiao Immortal Emperor immediately let out a furious, impotent roar.
Rumble!!
Terrifying Immortal Emperor pressure erupted in an instant, making the entire sky shake violently. His roar was deafening, piercing the clouds and reaching all the way to Jiu Tian above.
Can't see me, can't see me...
Feeling Lingxiao Immortal Emperor's wrath, Zhao Changsheng hurriedly crept toward the edge of the battlefield.
Whether his halo had activated or the two sides were simply too far apart, Lingxiao Immortal Emperor failed to notice that one fish had slipped through the net. Instead, his attention was drawn by wave after wave of wails.
The military camp, once neat and orderly, had become a living hell.
Broken swords and shattered halberds lay scattered across the ground, mingling with fragments of Magic Treasures that glimmered with dim spiritual light.
The dark clouds overhead had yet to disperse. Now and then, a few lingering flashes of magic streaked across the sky, like the last rays of sunlight refusing to fade. Huge ravines crisscrossed the earth, all traces left behind by the brutal battle.
Blood gathered into little streams and trickled along, staining the earth beneath their feet. The corpses of