"You bald donkey, you're invincible!"
Mu Xiu took a deep breath and couldn't help giving him a thumbs-up.
He'd thought that after years of bitter cultivation, he could finally measure himself against him. But who could've guessed that the moment the other man opened his mouth, he'd be crushed so thoroughly there wasn't even a trace left? There was simply no chance of catching up.
"Amitabha!"
Master San Nong pressed his palms together, showing no pride at all.
Just then—
The rubble on the ground trembled faintly, and a cacophony of noise drifted over.
"This is..."
The professional team glanced at the quivering stones, then immediately looked up toward the south.
The southern sky was blanketed in dark clouds, the heavy layers seeming to press down to the ground. Long Aotian stood atop a gigantic Demon Peng, a High-grade Immortal Spear in his hand.
At his side stood Fang Chang, wearing smoky eye makeup. Behind them was a swarm of soldiers with no discipline whatsoever.
Their clothes were disheveled. Some had their chests hanging open, exposing hairy torsos; others carried weapons and shuffled along in no semblance of a formation. Still others shouted loudly as they walked, hurling one string of obscenities after another... They looked less like men going to battle and more like thugs heading out to brawl in the streets.
But their numbers were simply too great, surging toward them like a dark tide.
They appeared before everyone without the slightest restraint, creating a chaotic, overwhelming spectacle.
"They're here!!"
Qin Nan and the other Thirteen Protectors blanched and hurried off in different directions to alert the Great Army to prepare for battle.
"They've come!?"
Qin Hao turned and narrowed his eyes at them, the golden giant hammer already in his hands.
Although he'd successfully unlocked the achievement