The new moon hung like a hook, shrouding Qing Pu in moonlight, his long hair untad and cascading down his back, clad in a newly tailored dark indigo wizard’s robe, the flowing cloud patterns upon it seemingly sketched with golden thread, glinting brightly.
When did this guy go out to get new clothes made?
That fabric must be ridiculously expensive.
Yue Jinghua felt a pang in her heart, an urge bubbling up to imdiately check on her Desire Gourd; she was certain, without a doubt, that Qing Pu’s outfit had been funded by her private treasury.
Complain as she might, Yue Jinghua couldn’t deny that Qing Pu was the man most suited to the night, a man like the moon—not as blinding as the sun, nor overshadowed by it like the stars. Qing Pu is Qing Pu, unparalleled and unique between heaven and earth.
Ever since Qing Pu’s power began to gradually recover, his enchanting looks beca more defined by the day, standing there like a vivid ink-painted landscape—quite a pleasing sight to the eyes.
Of course, "pleasing to the eyes" specifically referred to when he wasn’t speaking; the mont he opened his mouth, the ink-painted landscape would instantly transform into a splashed ink painting.
Yue Jinghua had no ti to deal with Fa Xiaoyi at the mont; the only one capable of having a showdown with the Demon Summoner Fa Xiaoyi was Qing Pu. Having said that, Yue Jinghua looked at Qing Pu with great anticipation.
She thought that Qing Pu, with his exasperatingly venomous tongue, would again spit out so disdainful words, but he rely glanced at Yue Jinghua indifferently and retorted succinctly, "Is he your fiancé?"
"Correction, ex-fiancé," Yue Jinghua rolled her eyes. Now was not the ti for reminiscing about old flas; she had already tossed her past affections with Fa Xiaoyi to the dogs in Zhao Wa Country. Yet, it turned out that Qing Pu rembered everything crystal clear, which surprised Yue Jinghua considerably.
"Only this once," Qing Pu dropped a sentence that instantly befuddled Yue Jinghua, and in the next mont, the dark indigo wizard’s robe had disappeared without a trace.
"Don’t tell this kid also possesses the Cannibal Small Qingpu’s Instantaneous Movent Skill. No, that can’t be right, where is the Cannibal Small Qingpu?" Yue Jinghua touched her head, a puzzled look on her face, and then it struck her—her Cannibal Small Qingpu had also been smoothly taken away by that guy Qing Pu.
On second thought, it made sense. The whereabouts of Qing Pu’s Summoning Treasure Book were still unknown, and he had no comndable Dark Beasts of his own. Why, then, out of all her Holy and Chaos Beast-level Summoned Beasts, did he only take the Little Qingpu? What could that imply?
Could it be that Qing Pu was actually counting on the Cannibal Small Qingpu to take care of Fa Xiaoyi’s horde of Dark Knights and Asura Fire Roses?
The more Yue Jinghua thought about it, the more it seed plausible. But based on what she knew about Qing Pu, the guy would never allow himself to be at a disadvantage.
Well, she could wait for Feng Buhui’s return and then inquire about it.
"Oh my, you’re so heartless, Turmoil Ugly, sending a Diamond Level Summoner to tornt a Silver Level Demon Summoner," Gold Eater Worm couldn’t even begin to imagine what a tragic scene it would be when Fa Xiaoyi encountered Qing Pu.
"Humanity? What is that, can it be exchanged for money? Besides, what would you as a fat worm know about humanity?" Yue Jinghua said with utmost disdain.
At that mont, an Earth Escape Five-Colored Spider suddenly sprang up from the ground, baring its fangs at Yue Jinghua and waving its hairy spider legs, seemingly indicating so kind of activity at the ambush location set by Shalman.
"Tsk, next ti I’ll have Shalman replace it with a few adorable Dark Beasts. Just having that thing around gives one the creeps," musing about her own Dark Beasts, Yue Jinghua’s face instantly lit up with a smile, and she cheerfully rushed off to et with Shalman.
Qing Pu’s movent technique was renowned for its speed; as Yue Jinghua would say, it’s always more efficient to float there than to walk. With his help, nothing would happen to Feng Buhui.
But at this very mont, Feng Buhui’s situation was far from good.
Feng Buhui could transform into a Demon Crossbow, all thanks to the Demon Mark Yue Jinghua emulated on him.
The Demon Mark taken from the body of the Lianyun Great Sword, despite being later modified by Yue Jinghua, is still a Demon Mark after all. It’s one thing to use it on an inanimate object like the Lianyun Great Sword, but another to use it on a living person—the side effects after a single use are truly astonishing.
Moreover, once transford into the Demon Crossbow, Feng Buhui would fall into a berserk state, controlled by bloodlust and a killing aura, losing his normal rationality.
Feng Buhui originally intended to transform into the Demon Crossbow and deal Fa Xiaoyi a fatal blow with a single strike.
Little did he know that Fa Xiaoyi’s reputation as a Demon Summoner was not unwarranted. Under his command, the flas spat out by the several dozen Asura Fire Roses resonated with the arrow storm unleashed by the Demon Crossbow, creating a spectacle of continuous firelight and dense arrow nets in the sky above Mist Canyon.
With a defensive formation protecting him, and his movent technique being exceptional, Fa Xiaoyi dodged the arrows with ease.
The Asura Fire burned fiercely, and as Feng Buhui transford into the Demon Crossbow, his defensive capabilities plumted. The Demon Crossbow was hit by Asura Fire several tis, and its crossbow’s power greatly decreased.
By the ti Qing Pu arrived, Feng Buhui, transford into the Demon Crossbow, was already spent, in imminent danger of plumting from the sky.
"You overestimate yourself. I will let the person behind you know that the consequence of offending is nothing but death," Fa Xiaoyi’s thin lips curled into a stern smile, urging the Asura Fire Roses to deliver the final, fatal blow.
"!" Fa Xiaoyi suddenly felt an icy gaze on his back, staring at himself.
He turned around abruptly.
Under the moonlight, an exceptionally cold and detached man had appeared at so point.
The man was bathed in the moon’s radiance, his body seemingly coated with a silver-white light, as he coldly stared at Fa Xiaoyi and the blooming Asura Fire Roses beside him, which grew profusely like blood.
"Indeed, the Devil Wood Asura Fire Rose lives up to its reputation, it’s just a pity that your cultivation is too shallow to bring out their true strength," said Qing Pu. With a snap of his fingers, the giant-winged mosquitoes previously embroiled in the relentless battle suddenly regained consciousness, buzzing as they sward towards Fa Xiaoyi.
He dismissed the confusion of his own Demon Summoning Array in an instant?
Sweat broke out on Fa Xiaoyi’s forehead, realizing that the newcor must be a formidable Summoner.
Summoners again, always Summoners. Weren’t the Summoners on the continent supposed to be extinct? Why now are they sprouting up like mushrooms after rain?
Feng Buhui, exhausted of Dark Power, also plumted from the sky, only to be caught by the Burning Poison Algae ordered by Qing Pu.
Though they were Yue Jinghua’s contracted Devil Wood and Dark Beast, Qing Pu enslaved them effortlessly, as simple as eating and drinking.
This is the difference between an Upper-level Summoner and an ordinary Summoner, an absolute suppression.
"Who exactly are you? Dragon Battle? Ruison Federation?" Fa Xiaoyi couldn’t tell what force the person belonged to or why he would hinder him.
"I do not belong to any force; I am just soone who finds you disagreeable. Since we have t, let you witness what a real Devil Wood is," Qing Pu’s Wizard Robe rustled in the night breeze, and in a flash, his dark green robe shone brightly.
The ground shook, and the Cannibal Small Qingpu erged from the earth.
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