The river flowing through the Sky-Blasting Gang was broad, yet it felt anything but empty. Reeds dotted its course, their clumps nestling close together, their long green leaves clasped tightly, leaving only scattered gaps through which distant wooden bridges, little pavilions, and fishermen wearing straw hats could be seen. A breeze rose, stirring the reed leaves and blurring the picture hidden behind them. Those colorful glimpses lent the pristine greenery a dreamlike beauty that drew the heart.
Almost unnoticed, spring rain as fine as ox hair had begun drifting from the sky. The belated droplets fell thick and fast through the gray heavens, tracing countless arcs through the air, swirling and dancing with the wind like willow catkins descending from above, until they filled the sky. Like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, endless rain drifted from the depths of the heavens, only to be evaporated by scorching flames into billowing steam.
At that moment, the aura radiating from Ma Hongjun was remarkably powerful. It possessed an imperious might that stood above all creation, the terrifying presence of the king of birds, enough to make any flying martial soul or soul beast tremble!
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes into long, thin slits.
Gradually, Ma Hongjun's face emerged before them. Fiery red light had completely replaced his eyes, and orange-red flames rose all over his body, as though the Fire God himself had descended. Not a trace of his usual sleaziness remained. Framed by the flames, he looked imposing, and even Oscar, standing some distance away, could clearly feel the pressure emanating from him.
"Little Fatty, you're fucking awesome!"
Over the past few years, Oscar had devoted himself wholeheartedly to research and development, shutting his ears to the world outside. He knew little about his old friend Ma Hongjun's strength. Now, feeling