His valor is indeed worth praising!
After all, he even managed to capture the attention of Ye Lingxiao...
Thus, at this moment, the storms rise, and the air explodes like thunder.
Around the Demon King of the Tiger Clan, the invisible and colorless qi suddenly goes into a frenzy.
Ye Lingxiao, from a distance away in the city, makes a chopping motion with his hand, and instantly, a semi-transparent warrior wielding a knife, formed by the explosive qi, leaps into the air! He directly confronts and charges at the Demon King of the Tiger Clan, his palm manifesting the Heavenly Mechanism in an instant, brandishing his knife with a single slash!
A shadow of blood disperses, a head flies, a banner falls!
There is no room for resistance; the Demon King of the Tiger Clan falls dead on the spot.
This Controlling Qi Ability was showcased by the Mugu genius named Na Liang at Guanhe Platform, demonstrating impressive power.
But in Ye Lingxiao’s hands, it truly appears unbeatable.
So-called "qi at my command, all methods converge" is the awe-inspiring phrase.
Just before the Demon King of the Tiger Clan rushed out, Fang Yuanyou was gritting his teeth, preparing to lead his men forward to fight to the death.
But the next moment, he nearly bit his tongue off.
What did Bai Yuxia say?
Does Miss Ye Qingyu need protection?
The squadron of four-winged Mo Samurai already reigns supreme on the battlefield. Where they pass, no force can stand in their way.
Meanwhile, four each of horned sword puppets, eagle-eyed heavy arrow puppets, and twinsword puppets in light armor surround the battle chariot. This defense network constructed by twelve powerful puppet soldiers is absolutely watertight, like an impregnable fortress, preventing any of the Demon clan from getting close.
This colorful cloud battle chariot itself possesses astonishing lethality and incredible defensive capability, making it a mighty weapon that can intervene in the battlefield at any moment.
Yet even with this level of protection, True Man Ye constantly monitors this area.
With one leap, the Tiger King loses his head—who dares to approach?
Since joining the battle, the only thing Fang Yuanyou has done is follow behind the colorful cloud chariot, galloping around. Despite shooting many arrows, his sword has yet to leave its sheath.
Many Demons have been slain, but no bloodstains have yet marked his body.
In the past, when he followed the Marquis onto the battlefield, he braved the elements, licking blood from the blade, circling the Netherworld Pass. Never had he fought such a relaxed, abundant battle!
It made him doubt the brutality of war at one point.
Ye Qingyu certainly has no idea what Jiang Wang’s guards are thinking; she doesn’t even spare the fallen Tiger King a glance.
She only slightly purses her thin lips, busying herself with her tasks within the colorful cloud chariot, surrounded by light and shadow that isolate external views.
She issues commands to the puppet soldiers, directing the battle, while continuously writing a letter on a piece of paper.
Paper is short, feelings are long, words can hardly express one’s sentiments.
But with uncertain meetings, what more can be done?
A delicate cloud pattern divides the thin paper into upper and lower halves.
This is a pale green paper, with the lower part blank, while the upper part bears her writing that appears then fades.
Yunshang Qingyu, Fengxia Xiaojiang...
Yunshang Qingyu, Fengxia Xiaojiang...
Yunshang Qingyu, Fengxia Xiaojiang.
Once at Guanhe Platform, I gifted you with a letter written in the same characters, with no Path Origin fluctuations, unconcerned about detection by others. Within a hundred-mile radius, words reflected in the letter...do you remember?
Do you know I wrote this letter today?
During the Yellow River Gathering’s Guanhe Platform, people come and go, it’s the most bustling place in the world.
There the most dazzling, most splendid stories unfold, where the most powerful and most promising people mingle.
Worldly power, glorious history, the rolling Long River, stars shining brightly...
Yet as she silently wrote a letter with the same characters, quietly waiting for a reply, she was the most serene in the world.
Today Tian Ya is far away.
Hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, or unable to measure across the distant Monster Realm.
Ye Qingyu learned combat but does not excel at slaughter. She learned battle tactics but is unaccustomed to battlefield conditions.
She repeatedly gazes into the distance, then repeatedly withdraws her gaze.
Even so, she does her utmost, steering the colorful cloud chariot on a patrol of the battlefield. Directing the puppet soldiers into battle, yet striving to not draw attention from the Demon clan in combat...
Repeatedly writing letters with the same characters.
If emotions were a poem.
The upper stanza lacks a matching lower stanza.
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