Chapter 431
Clatter!
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps broke through Guo Aiying’s impending sense of doom.
A tall, slender figure calmly approached her side, extending a finger to lightly tap on the window.
Thud!
Invisible ripples spread from where the finger touched.
Ti seed to freeze. The missile, painted with a demon’s face, ca to an abrupt halt just as it reached the window. The demon’s image locked eyes with Guo Aiying, the distance between them being less than a ter. Then, that sa slender, white hand flicked outward.
Instantly, the demon’s face twisted as the missile shot off at a speed even greater than before, vanishing without a trace.
The entire event lasted only a few seconds, yet it unfolded with such smoothness and in flow.
Guo Aiying was left completely stunned. It felt like a dream, or perhaps, a scene straight out of a sci-fi movie. Guo Aiying stared blankly at the slender, fair hand that had effortlessly redirected a missile, as if it possessed so kind of magic … Suddenly, she realized just how much of the world she still didn’t understand.
She looked up and t a pair of calm, composed eyes. The young superior, who had been leisurely drinking tea and napping monts ago, now radiated an aura so powerful it was almost blinding.
“Wait here for a bit; I need to take care of sothing. I’ll be back soon.”
Lu Sheng casually instructed Guo Aiying, glanced out the window, and then turned to leave the carriage …
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At the mont Lu Sheng detected the incoming missile, his once radiant spiritual power rapidly contracted inward, intertwining and condensing. Layer after layer of buffer zones ford along the missile’s trajectory.
In this mont, the true strength of Lu Sheng’s spiritual power was fully revealed.
In his mind, a semi-transparent humanoid figure of spiritual power shimred brightly, emitting a brilliance more dazzling than diamonds. The figure was predominantly dark gold, with about one-fifth radiating a purple crystal-like luster and color.
From the crystal form, to the diamond form, to the obsidian form … Finally, to the current athyst form. Four transformations, and even Lu Sheng was unsure of the current quality of his spiritual power.
Ten tis that of an ordinary Level 8 Spiritual Master? Or a hundred tis?
He did not know.
The speed of the black missile continuously diminished under the buffering layers of spiritual power, giving the impression that ti itself had slowed down, until it eventually ca to a standstill.
When the missile’s speed reached zero, the spiritual buffer force that Lu Sheng had laid down was also compressed to an extre, like a drawn bowstring—no, like countless drawn bowstrings.
Release.
Bang—
The black missile shot back the way it ca.
Lu Sheng did not expect this simple thod to resolve the opponent. If it really did, he would have found it rather dull.
He walked lightly to the connection between the train cars, and under the astonished gaze of a nearby beautiful attendant, he reached out and opened the door of the high-speed train car.
“Ah!”
Even though she knew he was no ordinary person, the attendant couldn’t help but let out a low cry, her face turning pale. But the expected rush of wild winds didn’t occur.
After the door opened, everything remained calm. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel_fіre
Outside the door, the scenery rushed by at high speed. But between this scenery and the train, there seed to be an invisible, transparent barrier, preventing even the slightest breeze from blowing in.
“I’ll be back in a mont. Rember to open the door for .”
Lu Sheng casually instructed the attendant beside him.
The beautiful attendant nodded dumbly.
The next second, her eyes widened in disbelief as Lu Sheng stepped directly out of the open train door. He vanished in an instant.
Boom!
Staring at the now tightly closed train door, the attendant began to doubt whether what she had just witnessed was real.
On a hill over a hundred ters high, a foreign man with light brown hair, gray-blue eyes, and a well-proportioned, muscular physique stood intently staring in the direction ahead.
The man was carrying an oversized missile launcher on his shoulder, the several-ton object held casually in one hand as if it were a plastic toy.
His eyes remained fixed on a high-speed train passing quickly ten kiloters away. He had no binoculars, yet his vision was astonishing.
At this mont, his face began to show a trace of confusion as a rapidly enlarging black dot reflected in his gray-blue pupils.
“Damn it!”
The brown-haired man’s pupils shrank suddenly. He casually threw the missile launcher aside and jumped directly off the hundred-ter-high hill.
As he descended, a shadow breaking the sound barrier brushed past him.
Boom!
The small hill was instantly engulfed in a small mushroom cloud, shattering completely. Flas roared as countless shattered stones and trees shot out in all directions, rolling down.
The brown-haired man fell through the air, his expression unperturbed. He continued walking forward, each step causing a white sonic boom cone to burst under his feet, producing a sound like an explosion.
This powerful counterforce, seemingly generated out of thin air, not only completely negated his downward montum but also propelled him upward, like a rocket launching from the ground.
Step by step, the brown-haired man walked through the air, finally landing steadily on a rock on the opposite hill.
“Not bad, you’ve got so skills … no wonder you’re a target at that price …” The brown-haired man gazed at the blazing mountain peak before him, a beast-like savage light flickering in his eyes.
Suddenly, he sensed sothing and quickly turned around.
The next second, his pupils slightly contracted, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
He saw a young man in a military uniform walking toward him through the air, step by step, just as he had done earlier. But unlike his rocket-like, explosive way of stepping through the air, the young man in uniform walked with an ease as natural as eating or drinking.
The brown-haired man couldn’t help but think of the scenes described in the novels he often read from the Dragon Kingdom …
The picture of an immortal flying with the wind.
“A Spiritual Master!”
The brown-haired man’s eyes flashed, and his smile grew wider as he spoke, “No wonder, this is truly interesting.”
The young man in uniform stopped a few dozen ters away from the brown-haired man. He stood straight, without a military hat, revealing a head of evenly cut black hair.
His features were strikingly handso, his aura cold and detached, and his calm gaze fell on the brown-haired man, sharp and luxurious, much like the pale gold longsword in his right hand.
Sharp.
Luxurious.
“You’ve co at the right ti.”
The brown-haired man grinned at the young man in uniform, saying, “I was just wondering how to get in to kill you, didn’t expect you’d co out yourself …”
The brown-haired man stretched his body. He was already tall, but after loosening up, his muscles seed to stretch even more. His entire body swelled slightly, and from within his strong fra ca a sound like the activation of a heavy ch.
“You remind of the soldiers I encountered last ti I ca to the Dragon Kingdom … They were just like you—beautiful, young, brave, and …”
The brown-haired man spoke with a thick Dragon Kingdom accent, his eyes gleaming with a cruel, savage glint as he continued in a chilling tone, “As tender and fragile as fresh grass stalks.”
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