Zhao Zilong left behind a Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill that could rapidly restore immortal essence and vital energy, saying, "Even if I must scour heaven and earth, I will find the two sect master's wives and the young sect master. If I cannot find them, death is my only option!" With that, he flew off in the direction of the sect master's wives.
There really were martial artists in the audience, and after hearing Chen Jiu's words, they could not help muttering to themselves.
"If Zhao Zilong can turn his vital energy into an Azure Dragon and fly, then he must at least be an Illusory Spirit Martial King."
Their eyes filled with envy.
A Martial King was a realm of martial artists they could only dream of reaching.
Besides.
What kind of medicine was that Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill? Just hearing its name made it sound incredibly powerful.
It could rapidly restore immortal essence and vital energy?
Was it not practically an immortal medicine?
Without realizing it, the way they looked at Chen Jiu became increasingly meaningful.
As Chen Jiu's voice rose and fell, the story gradually reached its climax.
When he spoke of Lady Mi blowing herself up amid the encirclement of demonic soldiers so as not to burden Zhao Zilong, the audience sighed in sorrow.
When he spoke of Zhao Zilong wielding Proud Dragon Gallbladder in his left hand and the Cliff-Horn Spear in his right.
Gods who blocked him were slain; demons who came were cut down.
Until Chen Jiu said:
"Seeing that Zhao Zilong was unmatched, the Venerable-rank demon general Cao Hong shouted, 'State your name, warrior of the Shu Sword Sect!'"
Zhao Zilong's voice boomed like a great bell as he answered, "I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan!"
Everyone in the audience clenched