Wei Hu's Demon-Subduing Pestle was reputed to be a "magic treasure that suppresses evil demons and safeguards the Three Teachings." Even Yuan Hong, who had cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, could scarcely withstand it. In theory, its power rivaled the Sky-Flipping Seal.
Thus, Chong Yingbiao was frightened into slowing his movements, giving Tu Xingsun an opening to use the Earth-Travel Technique and slip away.
Then golden rings blazed like suns on the horizon, streaming rosy light. Wei Hu led dozens of Yellow Turban Strongmen, each with a face like red jade and a beard like black velvet, seemingly ten feet tall and possessed of a thousand pounds of strength.
The dozing Shen Gongbao was suddenly wide awake. He drew his hands out of his sleeves and sighed softly. "They're finally here."
Most of the feudal lords and nobles were already stunned, their faces filled with horror.
Immortals? Yellow Turban Strongmen?
Countless people looked up, their expressions blank.
Even the King of Shu was dumbfounded. He had thought the King of Wu's earlier claims about a child of destiny were mere exaggerations meant to build Ji Fa's prestige. He had never expected Yellow Turban Strongmen to appear at the very first move. Judging by this display, the armies stationed along Xiqi's borders probably would not even need to show themselves. The Yellow Turban Strongmen alone would be enough to subdue the Imperial Guards in Kunlun City.
Yet after Wei Hu and the Yellow Turban Strongmen landed, they made no further move, seemingly preparing something.
After that came the rhythmic clatter of hooves.
Eight magnificent horses drew a carriage. Some were bathed in light, some had wings growing from their flanks, some resembled streaks of starlight, and some had dazzling coats...
Every horse was extraordinarily splendid.
Of course, they were not divine