Li Qinghe's reserves ran deep. The Treasured Artifacts he could call upon were certainly no fewer than Tang Changsheng's, and perhaps even more numerous.
Seeing the danger, a silver light flared around Li Qinghe and wrapped him from head to toe. He passed straight through the prison.
Tang Changsheng saw it clearly. "A Yang Spirit–level Treasured Artifact. It's definitely no weaker than the Jade Ruyi..."
He remembered the video he had seen of Li Qinghe storming Jinghong Temple. Li Qinghe had moved freely through a hail of gunfire from hundreds of elite soldiers. Silver light had shone around him then, too, blocking most of the bullets!
Even when the cannons had concentrated their fire on him, they had failed to blow him up. That alone showed how powerful his defensive Treasured Artifact was...
I can't let Li Qinghe escape. Tang Changsheng made up his mind in an instant. With an opponent this dangerous watching him from the shadows, he would never eat or sleep in peace!
A Treasured Artifact? It's not as if I don't have any. If he wants to compare Treasured Artifacts, who's afraid of whom?
Hundreds of Yin Soldiers and Ghost Gods—the various division heads of the City God Underworld Office—had their forces sealing off the area. But Li Qinghe had passed through the cage of Divine Power. These Yin Soldiers and Ghost Gods could hardly stop him.
In a flash, he broke through their many attacks. He was about to escape and stride away.
Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of danger rose in his heart. The white light stopped. Another few yards and he would have struck the Jade Ruyi that had appeared in Tang Changsheng's hand...
What kind of Treasured Artifact is that? Why does it make my hair stand on end?
Li Qinghe could feel