Seriously, he had none of the gravitas of a Lord of Weapons Cult Heavenly King. After lending Demon Eye Heavenly King five hundred yuan in cash, Zhang Yuanqing finally sent him packing.
Luckily, he had always made a habit of carrying cash. Otherwise, all he could do now was stare Demon Eye down.
Or say, "Wait here. I'll go buy you some oranges—ah, no, I'll go home and get the money."
How rigid. When faced with difficulties, it was understandable to use one's abilities to steal a little money. They had to maintain flexible moral boundaries. Be sure to pay it back. Zhang Yuanqing put on the Gale Gloves and flew toward Kangyang District amid a sudden gale.
On the battlefield cut off from reality, mutilated, charred corpses lay strewn across the ground, filling every street and alley. It was as though the city had witnessed an epochal battle. Corpses littered the land everywhere, while the number of resentful spirits roaming the air had sharply dwindled.
Dressed in white as pure as snow, Fu Qingyang held the Jade Dragon Sword. A hundred terracotta soldiers clustered around him like soldiers prepared to die.
Puppeteers were like generals on the battlefield, always commanding vast armies. They could ride three thousand miles into battle alone and hold off a million troops by themselves.
Elder Hongying and Gao Feng stood back-to-back in battle. They looked perfectly composed, neither bedraggled nor weakened. Fu Qingyang alone had held off the two Sovereigns on the other side, so they were under little pressure.
On nearby high-rises, three Sovereign-level powerhouses stood in separate positions, looking down at the enemies on the street.
They were the Grand Protector, Third Protector, and Fifth Protector of Dark Night Rose—the Spring God.
Unlike the official Sovereigns, who maintained their elegance, these three