It’s not just simply taking the wrong path, but entering the wrong field.
Though small in stature, the montum is strong.
For this Fallen Star big shot, who was the only one who thought of setting a trap for during the last encounter, Fu Qian naturally has a deep impression.
So much that just one glance is enough to deeply understand Lady Xia’s predicant.
The difference in the ti of entry between everyone should be just a few seconds, yet by the ti they et again, she’s already employed, fully integrated into the current environnt.
The reason, in Fu Qian’s view, might not necessarily be a ranking gap, but the way of arriving at this place.
Xia had a mishap during the descent process, but it doesn’t an the action of descending was interrupted.
Is it possible she completed the last step, originally ant for the one bearing the stone tablet?
But why, when faced with such a heavy burden, did she obediently not shirk the responsibility?
The answer is simple, the person walking ahead is not only tall but exudes a powerful aura, even at the Supernatural Level.
The intensity under the radar is already at High Tier level.
Moreover, there’s a heavy chain linked between both of them.
Unable to determine the other’s good or evil, Lady Xia cannot quit and must follow seriously, not daring to fall behind.
Fortunately, she is indeed a Transcendent, although her previous performance didn’t favor physical strength, this level of burden is still bearable for her.
Additionally, it’s clear Xia’s cautious reaction is correct; her colleague ahead is indeed unfriendly—
Heh...
At one mont, the pair causing the chain to jingle stopped, and the burly figure turned around.
Indeed, the Witch who’s precisely located Xia and tracked her down, this ti didn’t even hide her form.
...
Refreshing, this is the Dark Moon Sect’s montum.
Such unambiguous action clearly demonstrates a tyrannical force rampant in these parts.
And concerning the Witch’s treatnt, Fu Qian remains without opinion.
Suppressing to the current ranking is rely for convenience of action, far from being an intentional micro disguise enthusiast.
Moreover, hiding outside the tavern wasn’t due to fear of being discovered and causing trouble, but to avoid impacting everyone’s mindset.
Now, it’s clear this is no longer a concern, because the giant who turned around shows no sign of any mindset.
Not the usual grotesque appearance, quite the opposite, the latter’s face is rather dignified and stern.
Coupled with a non-human huge physique, truly interprets the aura of a king with unrivaled dominance.
So much that with just one glance, the nature of behavior subtly shifts from a captive laborer to a king bearing the sufferings of all beings.
His original path is still very clear, passing through a sowhat coarse wall, at the corner of another space behind, a circular passage continues upwards.
His work seems to be moving the stone tablet to a higher place.
And at this mont, the King clearly dislikes being interrupted in his work.
Roar—
Though the eyes don’t visibly move, he clearly locked onto the two who suddenly appeared.
The next mont, the sound from his throat transford from blockage to lant.
The montum is so strong, dust almost visibly falls like rain.
Chaos!
And it’s clearly not just for intimidation, the roar was still echoing when that huge body leaped up, raising the massive stone tablet with both hands at the back, and fiercely slamd down.
Indeed, regardless of the place, the brick type is always a Divine Artifact.
Amidst the turbulent wind, the Mount Tai pressure of an overhead attack suddenly changes form, even Fu Qian expresses admiration for the smoothness within.
It’s just a pity not everyone has the mood to appreciate it, the attacker is still tangled in iron chains.
Almost in sync with the giant’s realization of the situation, Lady Xia, having only seen Fu Qian’s Herbert form, definitely can’t recognize this original face.
So much that before she could judge whether it’s a joy or worry, she’s already been dragged along.
Given that Fu Qian and the Witch are standing quite close, the giant doesn’t even need to determine who is the main culprit, the colossal tombstone directly envelops both of them.
"You dare!"
Unfortunately, it only covers them for a mont, as Fu Qian, donned in armor beside the Witch, truly transforms into a Temple Knight, stepping forward and casually striking.
Chaos!
Along with the vehent rebuke, the stone tablet is already shattered into fragnts, falling like rain.
Moreover, it’s not just casually dismantling the weapon, under terrifying control, the debris even completely avoids touching the Witch behind, not a single piece hitting her body, despite the considerable area of her hat.
...
"Who are you..."
In contrast, Lady Xia appears sowhat disheveled.
Though the place is spacious, the massive stone tablet when pulverized to pieces no larger than a fist covers an extensive area, apart from the constraint of the chains.
For a mont, despite trying hard to evade, she still feels the pain from being battered all over.
Of course, all this is overshadowed by the shock in her heart.
No way, the sudden appearance of these two people carry an imnsely strong aura.
Clearly, the armor that seems to lose practicality due to its exquisiteness, paired with an equally refined and youthful face, yet erupts with a god-defeating might, as if to annihilate any attacking enemies to protect the figure behind.
As for the one behind... It’s said that excessively beautiful things can instinctively incite a destructive impulse in people.
Xia doesn’t know the truth of this statent, but the mont she sees it, she knows instinctively to desperately avert her gaze.
It’s a pity there’s no effect, instead, the impulse to worship becos stronger and stronger under a straight gaze.
Even up to now, knowing it’s inappropriate to act rashly, she feels slight uncontrollable detest when faced with the knight stepping forward to cover half the face.
How could such two people appear in such a place—
Without even waiting for more lants to appear, Xia finds herself relieved.
The stone tablet she originally carried is directly grabbed away.
The giant hasn’t collapsed; in fact, there was virtually no harm, just briefly stunned by the weapon’s instant destruction.
Realizing after, clearly lacking aesthetic ability, he imdiately chooses to change a weapon.
Chaos——
This ti, he doesn’t even get a chance to yank the colleague more.
The stone tablet, just grasped in hand without swinging out, seems to have undergone endless ages of wear, disintegrating into sand.
And the sa happens to himself.
Skin, bones, including that face, entirely lose function in an instant, crumbling to heaps.
Even the exploding eye sockets reveal threads of golden ascension.
Both like a fla, yet as sharp as a blade of light.
"Hello, Xia."
And just as she beca dazed from witnessing the scene, the knight spoke.
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