Woban had nearly died at the hands of this New King. He no longer thought about taking back the Hime Miko he valued; he only wanted to leave this place. His magical power had been excessively depleted, and his injuries were far from light.
For some reason, that delicate-looking little girl possessed absurdly great strength in her fists and kicks.
After taking Phoenix's full set of Reverse Feather Strikes, he looked fine on the surface, but Woban was merely forcing himself to hold on. After using Fire God's authority, he had completely lost even the slightest ability to resist.
However... the more one did not want something to happen, the more it happened. Just as Woban was about to flee Tokyo, the person he least wanted to see appeared before him.
An unparalleled beauty of about seventeen or eighteen stood before Woban. She wore white Hanfu, her silky black hair braided into three upright braids, with a lotus ornament atop her head.
"Luoh Hao!!"
Woban's gaze turned cold as he looked at the person blocking his path.
Though he showed nothing on the surface, panic had already begun to rise in his heart. Why had he encountered Luoh Hao in Tokyo, and at a time when he had no strength left to fight back?
Wasn't Luoh Hao a shut-in who would rather die than leave home?
But the next moment...
Woban no longer had time to think about any of that!
"South of the city, they fight; north of the ramparts, they die. Those who perish in the wild lie unburied, food for crows. Tell the crows for me: spare these guests of valor!"
"Those who die in the wild truly go unburied. How could rotten flesh escape your young? The waters roar, the reeds grow dim; war-horses die in