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Hearing Li Chen begin clearing the area to show off, High Person Clear Void, as his lackey, certainly did not dare delay the emperor's grand display.

Besides, a battle of this caliber was beyond his ability to participate in. He nodded and respectfully cupped his fists toward Li Chen. "Your Majesty, this humble servant will disperse the crowd at once."

High Person Clear Void had seen Li Chen fight before. He even felt that the thousand-meter blast radius Li Chen mentioned was an understatement. They needed to retreat at least two thousand meters away.

High Person Clear Void had just turned to disperse the crowd when Fang Shichuan crashed straight into him.

Looking utterly miserable, Fang Shichuan rubbed his aching forehead and gazed resentfully at his master. "Master, why did you run so fast just now? Didn't you say we should stay cal-"

"When we get back, draw me a hundred thousand Heavenly Spirit Tiger-Felling Talismans! Until you finish, don't even think about leaving!"

High Person Clear Void glared fiercely at Fang Shiyu, then grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, swung him in a full circle, and hurled him into the distance.

You brat, you're still trying to stay calm? Just say so if you want to die! If raising a personal disciple like you hadn't cost me so much time and effort, I wouldn't bother saving your idiotic ass.

"Master, what did I do wrong? Why are you making me draw talismans just like your wife does?"

Flung into the air, Fang Shichuan felt utterly wronged. Weren't you the one who told me to stay calm? A hundred thousand! I'll be drawing until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse!

I'm your personal disciple, not a talisman-printing machine!

Having done all that, High