Indeed, the demigods of the Unseen Hillock are as rampant as ever.
In that mont, as he observed the intense scene, Fu Qian gave his praise while continuing to sit elegantly.
Although invisible and shadowless like the blades before, that strike from the heavens was undoubtedly far stronger than the Clown’s billboard slash.
Whether this suddenly appearing character is a superhero is hard to say, but it is unquestionable they are a demigod.
The response of the radar further confird this, showing no obvious difference from those demigods outside.
Yet, this genuine presence further deepened the existing question of why there are so many High Level Extraordinaries at the Unseen Hillock, making answers even harder to find.
All are genuine goods, yet cannot exit?
That situation is growing increasingly interesting.
Additionally, let’s not forget one point, that the style of many here seems a bit inconsistent with the outside world, for instance—
Feeling slightly ashad, although the person before him was showing great prowess, Fu Qian naturally thought of another place in that mont, rembering Mirror Knight Ballard who once had delightful conversations with him.
Grim Ballard.
What a pity, that friend of justice has truly faded into fate.
Roar—
Yet, Fu Qian’s heartfelt reminiscence was abruptly interrupted by a strange loud noise.
Though the previous struggles were silent, raising doubts whether the Car Devourer lacked vocal organs.
But now it appears it was rely because of insufficient force.
From Fu Qian’s perspective, he could clearly see, even though it had ford into a round, cohesive mass, the strike from above directly pierced through the sunroof and chassis, achieving an effect far more transparent than a convertible.
One could see the torn edges, on one hand, extend and splash like lting tal, while on the other hand, the internal nervous-like twitching, twisting filled with a vivid, freshly slain sensation.
"Continue to enjoy the unknown!"
However, it’s evident that soone dislikes liveliness, the long-haired demigod seed completely unwilling to let it go.
With a declaration full of dramatic flair, a hand was already raised high.
...
Don’t forget, in such a place, such a pose, paired with such lines... that mont was strangely captivating.
The long-haired demigod’s hand remained empty, but Fu Qian didn’t believe he was bluffing.
Even the opponent’s actions at this mont seed sowhat familiar.
Back in the day when he smashed the Brother Mal with the Snake Pattern Hamr, it was with the sa domineering stance.
Moreover, Fu Qian could very much empathize with the aning of that declaration.
Enjoying the unknown... the wills within the Unseen Hillock won’t die, no matter how badly beaten, they will only return again and again in cycles.
Yet this return process and timing, as old friends once ntioned, is difficult to predict and grasp.
Even for the undying ashes, there should be so fear of such unknown.
For instance, the Car Devourer was still struggling, not resigning to its fate.
Standing from the long-haired demigod’s position, a black pit rapidly expanded, casting him as if he were Peppa Pig.
Even on his legs, similar to the car wheels earlier, threads of mud quickly crawled up.
Sadly, the scene which once created a strong atmosphere of horror now instead evokes a sense of helplessness on the victim’s part.
That hand holding the void seed as if playing with a fragile Vitality Bullet.
Boom—
The long-haired demigod didn’t commit the error of blindly pursuing values, not uttering a second phrase, just directly slamd down.
This ti, Fu Qian truly saw the hamr.
Invisible and shadowless, yet present.
As the long-haired demigod made the move, Fu Qian watched wide-eyed as the black mass seed to encounter the Two-way Foil, crushed by so imnse force, rapidly collapsing.
...
Extirpating evil thoroughly.
Whether in language or action, it was firmly demonstrated.
The professionalism shown by the long-haired demigod was moving—if only he could distinguish between hostage and thug.
Indeed, Fu Qian stated that at that mont, the value of the righteous partner Ballard’s collaboration was still rising, noting that this newly debuting superhero hadn’t considered the victims in the carriage while gathering power.
That strike with endless extinction intent landed just like that on his head.
To be fair, the advantage is giving the target no luck, preventing any attempts to parasitize sowhere for a king’s return, but the downside—
At a certain mont, the indescribably styled black mud devourer’s process toward two-dinsionality silently halted.
As for the reason, it seed simply inexplicable, a protruding index finger under the invisible execution hamr.
For the first ti since a while ago, the victim within the ghost carriage stood up, raising his right hand upwards.
And through such a simple action, as if resisting the stars.
Crack—
Even yet to end, the middle finger on the sa hand already continued slightly bending, then flicked out.
And what was triggered was a booming sound like the collapse of glaciers.
...
"I’ve long known you’re peculiar..."
Considering the actions were excessively suave, Fu Qian decided to maintain this for a while longer without hastily lowering.
Such a scene undoubtedly highlighted subjective intentions.
To the extent that the long-haired demigod, who had just planned to crush him too, issued a verdict of justice without hesitation.
"Not just because of your strange mask... even the most insane lunatic wouldn’t just sit there unmoving at this mont."
Furthermore, his statent even rendered the previous actions more reasonable.
Not accidental harm, but originally prepared for a double elimination of evil?
"Really?"
Although Fu Qian seed to hold a different opinion.
He shook his head while asking rhetorically, and another old friend’s figure appeared in his mind.
Hair dyed in various colors, face painted white and outlined with a perpetual smile, precisely the Clown anticipated earlier.
"I seem to know of soone who, in such situations might think of experiencing it."
Having established deep friendship, at that mont Fu Qian imrsed himself, quite confident in his judgnt.
"You’re quite familiar with here..."
Seemingly sparking certain thoughts, the long-haired demigod didn’t retort at that mont but rather scanned Fu Qian up and down, wildly guessing identities.
"Honestly, I ca to beco more familiar."
At this, Fu Qian sighed lightly, expressing his pursuit of knowledge.
"Thanks to my worldly friends’ admiration, granting this title of Grand Fate Ming Emperor, may I know how you address yourself?"
Not just empty words, in the next mont, he began proving the point, engaging in discourse with them.
Grand Fate Ming Emperor...
Even in this place, it appears such a title continues to be a bit outlandish.
The long-haired demigod didn’t respond, but Fu Qian at that mont seed to decipher a sense of confusion from it.
Crack—
And casually shattered an invisible blade on his chest.
"Think carefully, don’t get distracted."
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