Yuan Lang had lost one round after another in his contest with Mu Bai, each defeat linked to the next. He had been bottling up frustration and rage, and now he vented it all on this old rival of several decades. Taiyuan Qing suffered for it, fleeing for his life in panic like a dog that had lost its home.
The giant Soul Crystal Cannon had an extremely wide range, and the Soul Boat was exceptionally fast. Yuan Lang merely intended to toy with Taiyuan Qing first; otherwise, trying to escape aboard a single flying Flower Boat would already have reduced him to ash beneath the cannon fire.
Taiyuan Qing was as frantic as an ant on a hot pan. Old age had made him afraid of death, and the feeling of being hunted nearly frightened the piss out of him. None of his usual wisdom or scheming remained.
Fortunately, Ling'er was also aboard the Flower Boat. She immediately ordered a change of course toward Ximu City. First, a large city would provide cover, as Yuan Lang would not dare fire his Soul Crystal Cannon recklessly and injure innocent people. Second, the Peony Pavilion in the city also had supplies in reserve. Like the Dharma Lotus Trading Company, it had Mountain-Breaking Soul Crystal Cannons transported from afar that had yet to sell. Now these two trading giants might as well make some noise with them here.
Ling'er had already transmitted orders to the Peony Pavilion, and three enormous Soul Boats immediately rose into the air, racing to reinforce the approaching Flower Boat.
Seeing Taiyuan Qing's flying Flower Boat change course toward Ximu City, Yuan Lang dared not keep toying with him. He ordered his men to aim at the Flower Boat and bombard it relentlessly. In this emergency, Ling'er cast