Chapter 315: 4-Year-Old Xi Xi Masters the Basics of Jue Xue, Aim at Qingshan and I’ll Take You Down (5)
Invisible ripples, with the Corpse God Envoy’s feet at the center, ceaselessly spread outwards.
And then...
The Corpse God Envoy set the Blood-Colored Jade Vase on the river surface.
With a muffled thud...
The Blood-Colored Jade Vase was suddenly yanked into the river as if by a tremendous force.
The Seven Elements Corpse God Envoy’s toes lightly tapped the river surface, creating ripples.
And the whole person leapt dozens of yards into the air above the river.
Yet, beneath the surging torrent of the river...
A massive and elongated shadow was twisting and winding.
Accompanying the shattering sound of the vase, a rich blood red surged up from the riverbed!Bang!
The river water exploded!
A gigantic and ferocious Jiao dragon’s head burst forth!
"Roar!"
A deafening roar of the Jiao Long resounded.
Rolling along the Nine Dragons River, it spread far and wide.
Thereafter.
This Jiao dragon re-entered the river, moving at breakneck speed, stirring up waves, and heading straight towards the upstream center of the River, the Four Royals Eight-Armed Wrathful Third Crown Prince’s Mysterious Temple!
The Dragon Clan and the Third Crown Prince...
It seems as if the blood feud buried deep within blood and bone had been ignited!
...
...
Falling Flower Alley.
Within the small courtyard of the workshop.
Li Che wiped the Immortal Work Barrett with a clean white cloth.
Checking one Bodhi Dragon Tooth Bullet after another.
After counting,
Li Che stood up, draped a black robe over himself, clenched his hand, and covered his face with a Horse Face mask.
Putting on a conical hat, he pulled down the brim.
The black robe shredded the drizzling raindrops.
The next moment, he vanished without a trace.
Appearing once again, Li Che, with the Horse Face mask, was atop a towering tree outside Golden Light Mansion City.
Clutching the Immortal Work Barrett in one hand.
Li Che’s mind became incredibly clear and calm; he turned his head to gaze at the seemingly enraged Nine Dragons River, miles away.
Indeed, as Li Qingshan had said, the day he broke through to Divine Minister, the Corpse God Cult would surely incite an uprising at the Mysterious Temple.
To draw away experts of Elemental Appearance, such as Nan Li Huo and the Governor of the Temple Office, Xie Jing.
Li Che didn’t concern himself with those.
That battlefield...
Was not something he could interfere with at the moment.
He was paid to work, only needing to help Li Qingshan break through Divine Minister was enough, as for the matters of the Mysterious Temple, they were temporarily irrelevant to him; the critical task was at hand.
His fingers suddenly spread open, then he fiercely slammed them down.
As if slapping an unseen chessboard.
Within his chest, the Chess Saint’s Dao Fruit suddenly trembled.
The next moment...
From the point of the tree branch where Li Che was half-crouching, as the right bottom corner stellar position on the chessboard, a network of interlacing chessboard lines spread out, enveloping the entire Golden Light Prefecture City!
Like a Heaven and Earth chessboard suspended over the City!
Underneath the Horse Face mask, Li Che slowly closed his eyes.
On the chessboard above, one after another aura, like burning flames, flickered into existence.
Li Che’s eyes snapped open, locking onto a direction.
There, he saw the Divine Archer Wen Longshan standing atop the City Lord’s Mansion pavilion rooftop, straight as a spear.
And before Wen Longshan’s eyes, as if distorted air currents formed a hawk-like sharp gaze, as well as...
The drawn bow, as the thunder roared, aiming far away at the peak of Zheng Lei Peak.
Underneath the Horse Face mask, Li Che’s eyes were cold and detached.
He slowly raised the Immortal Work Barrett.
The Gao De Chessboard.
Heaven and Earth guidance!
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
You aim at Qingshan, I will target you!
The Horse Face crouching figure, with black hair suddenly flying.
Aiming at Wen Longshan’s brow Niwan.
After half a breath of adjustment.
He violently pulled the trigger.