Taking a deep breath, Li Su tried hard to calm himself down.
It was fine. Fine.
Though a few accidents had happened, no matter what, he had at least not died beneath a horse's hooves. As far as the outcome went, it was quite good.
Not only that, he had also hitched a ride on a free roller coaster, carried along at three hundred kilometers an hour. He no longer needed to wear out his own short little legs searching for a populated town. It could not have been a better result.
The only problem was that this horse-powered ride was being hunted down—and its pursuer was none other than the historical celebrity Qin Shubao. Add in the explosively dramatic effects: the golden mace in his hand swung again and again, lashing the air into slashes that kept falling all around Li Su.
Ah, as expected of the Mortal Realm from Journey to the West. Had he entered the mythic Sui and Tang now?
With Qin Shubao and Cheng Yaojin already like this, what kind of spectacle would Li Yuanba, the greatest warrior of the Sui and Tang, be?
Could those Primal Chaos Golden Urn Hammers really weigh three thousand six hundred jin?
Still, the way power was used in this world really was rather peculiar. At the very least, the powers wielded by Qin Shubao and Cheng Yaojin were quite unique.
They used their own fleshly bodies as vessels, coordinating with their breathing to draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming supernatural power.
By those standards, it was undoubtedly far lower-grade than he had imagined.
Though the use of power was not necessarily stronger the more complex it became, simplicity to this extent still left Li Su rather surprised.
If he had not been carried along