"Piggy Treasure."
Xiaomai called out, trembling.
"Ah..."
Little Pig, who had been standing like a wooden statue, seemed to wake from a deep dream and stretched luxuriously.
He shook the snow off his body, slowly stood up, and took off his shirt.
More than a dozen Wasteland Artifacts shone with strange light.
"Fuck, I fell asleep."
Little Pig gave Lingzi a meaningful look, a flash of killing intent crossing his eyes.
He hadn't exposed him out of mercy, but because he didn't want to put Xiaomai in a difficult position.
"Remember his face. We'll deal with him later." Little Pig breathed out a puff of white mist and muttered, "It's really cold."
"Y-you... how can you move..." Even Lingzi's voice trembled.
The other man was actually completely unharmed after a blow from someone at the Fourth Awakening.
From the look of him, Little Pig's movements weren't affected at all.
"Tiezi, mind moving somewhere else? I'm about to show off." Hi Dog turned and winked at Little Pig with a smile.
The latter shrugged. "Suit yourself."
"Fengzi, protect Piggy Treasure."
Bone glanced at Lingzi. In his mind, the man was already dead.
"Little Pig..."
Xiaomai scrambled up from the ground and threw herself into Little Pig's arms.
Unable to hold back her fear any longer, she burst into tears. "You scared me to death! What would I do if you died?"
"Ah, if Chun Prefecture's Master Pig died here, Old Ninth would slaughter everyone on Divine Mountain. Maybe... even Sword Crane would get slapped a couple of times."
Seeing that they could no longer keep it hidden, Su Wanfang sighed and spoke.
At those words,
several Chun Prefecture students in the crowd also recognized Little Pig and the others.
"It's Master Pig! He's Eighth Master and Ninth Master's sworn brother!"
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