When he was young, Luo Qian had a dream: he would be Sun Wukong of the Seventy-Two Transformations, blow out a troop of little monkeys, and have them do his homework. The dream burned especially bright whenever a teacher punished him by making him copy new characters over and over. After arriving in the Immortal Realm, Luo Qian had learned that his dream had a name: the Summoning Art. Of course, the Great Sage's Summoning Art was top-tier. He could summon the maximum number of monkeys. Luo Qian had yet to reach that level; he could summon only 3,200 Golden-Armored Automatons.
The 3,200 Golden-Armored Automatons chased Sean across the ground like a rabbit. The poor Devil King, once a strong contender for the title of Devil Master, had become a dog driven from its home. Sean dared not run back. He could only skirt the Luo Hotel and keep going.
Trolls were fast, and the Golden-Armored Automatons could not catch them immediately. Luo Qian floated up and landed in the Troll Legion's path. He stood alone, tall and effortlessly composed. If Boss Luo could have won a little golden statuette, it would probably have been for playing an expert. Now, with his Ninth Rank Immortal cultivation and his "natural-born" air of mastery, he stood before the formation with the bearing of one man holding a pass against a thousand troops.
Sean did not want Luo Qian tying him down. If that happened, the Golden-Armored Automatons behind him would catch up. He could not afford to hesitate. He waved a hand and shouted, "Kill!" Thirty Trolls broke from the ranks and charged Chao Luo Qian. Overhead, crimson clouds churned, blue sparks of lightning intertwined, and enormous Treasure Seals flickered in and out of sight.
"Hah!" A Treasure Seal dropped from the