After one exchange, Lei Xiang had fallen into a disadvantage. Even with the amplification of a super divine artifact, his realm was still a fatal weakness.
"Old friend, come help me!"
The Qin Emperor began playing the Withered Wood Dragon Chant Zither. Zi Di's figure appeared, and he charged at Tang San with the Amethyst Greatsword in hand.
"Tricks of no consequence! Today, this God King will turn you all into nourishment!"
Tang San charged forward with a savage grin. The Rakshasa Trident thrust out and collided with the Amethyst Greatsword. Without question, Zi Di was sent flying backward.
Lei Xiang charged in again. For a time, the zither's long notes rang out as afterimages of fists, the edge of the greatsword, and the gleam of the trident continuously intertwined.
Inside a large private box in the spectator stands, Bai Xiuxiu and Lan Mengqin curiously wondered who the people fighting below were.
"A-Ming, who are the four people fighting down there? They seem pretty strong."
Lan Mengqin asked curiously. Bai Xiuxiu slid off his lap and, like a virtuous little wife, sat beside him peeling grapes for him.
Having inherited his memories, Di Qiu'er recognized the Withered Wood Dragon Chant Zither and the Mad God Suit, and she guessed their identities. Yet her expression became strange, especially when her gaze settled on Ye Yinzhu.
Her expression was beyond description. Honestly, when she had browsed through the novels in Chen Ming'er's memories, she had wondered what kind of novel could leave such a deep impression on him.
Then she came across Qin Emperor. At first, she had been puzzled. Was this really so memorable? It seemed quite ordinary, didn't it? Until she read that part of the ending, which could truly be said to have reshaped her worldview.
That was why