Ah, this...
Isn’t it just past seven in the morning?
Do big companies start work this early?
"I am Blood Without Abandon, known as ’Blood Respect’, ranking first on the Demon Record’s Golden Roll of Honour, third-grade, master of Blood Peak of the Ancestral Court’s Great Demon Mountain, one of the twelve Demon Respects under Lord Crane. You can call ..."
"Lord Blood Respect!"
Xu Xiaoshou blurted out, feeling it was too surreal.
In front of him were skyscrapers, in a low-war human zone, but under him was a bunch of titled Demon Respect, with a Demon Ancestor chasing behind.
Reality and fantasy collided like two giant drills of ice and fire, fiercely drilling into his mind, leaving him uncertain about what constituted reality.
"Hey, don’t—"
Who would have thought, as soon as this cry was out?
The twelve-winged blood-stained golden-spotted mosquito beneath him, which had always behaved normally, suddenly quaked violently, its voice becoming sowhat shaky:
"No need for that, you can just call ’Little Blood’."
Huh?
With this delay.
Just as they passed the Golden Glimr skyscraper, the entire high-rise suddenly twisted, lifted by intangible forces out of nowhere.
In the sound of shattering glass, all around, front and back, the skyscraper windows exploded, all summoned by Saint Xin.
The earth surged like tides, and soon, these indestructible city tombstones of reinforced concrete, with countless hard-working souls pulling all-nighters within, were lded into a huge temple.
"Earth City Temple!"
The massive temple, which covered the sky and sun, was dozens of tis larger than Brother Mosquito, colliding like an asteroid from behind.
Boom!
A huge force slamd him.
Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes rolled back, his whole body was thrown backwards, but slamd into an intangible barrier.
"Whoa..."
Terrified half to death, he barely propped himself up, realizing he wasn’t hurt at all.
Saint Xin, so useless?
Looking down, beneath him, Brother Mosquito’s gigantic body was cracked and blood sprayed upon the Nine Heavens, as if about to explode into chunks.
Oh shit!
So you’re the one hurt?
"Brother Mosquito, you didn’t die, did you!"
Xu Xiaoshou ultimately couldn’t call out Little Blood, it was too ridiculous to face such a great demon, he truly couldn’t say it.
The twelve-winged blood-stained golden-spotted mosquito remained silent, continuing to fly frantically.
The Earth City Temple, heavy as a mountain, followed closely behind, almost touching many tis, narrowly avoided by Brother Mosquito.
All the way from downtown, across schools, over golf courses, to the suburbs, Brother Mosquito finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"It doesn’t hurt."
Xu Xiaoshou took a cold breath.
By now, he could see sothing, "You can’t beat him?"
"This form, is just a transformation of demonic power, but He ca in His true body; were it not for this..."
Brother Mosquito paused, as if swallowing blood, Xu Xiaoshou just realized.
Were it not for this, that damn Demon Ancestor Saint Xin, Lord Blood Respect would ensure his journey was without return!
"Were it not for this, He wouldn’t be able to catch this form."
"..."
The world seed to suddenly quiet down, leaving only the buzzing wings flapping beside his ears, Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth, wanting to speak but hesitated.
Bang!
Brother Mosquito shook violently, his fragnted body finally couldn’t hold on anymore, as he flew, suddenly one wing detached, leaving ho.
Xu Xiaoshou was thrown but was softly cushioned back without injury, yet he panicked:
"Brother Mosquito, your wing..."
"Lighten the load."
"Your wound..."
"Doesn’t hurt."
"No, what I’m saying is, you seem about to explode!" Xu Xiaoshou scread in terror, Brother Mosquito seed a bit too dignified, stubborn as an ivory tusk.
Heavy rain pours, suburbs differ from the city.
Xu Xiaoshou saw in the distance lightning from a thunderstorm on TV.
The city was bright and sunny, yet the mountains ahead roared with thunder, lightning crackled, looking like a primordial forbidden zone.
"Can we really rush through, Brother Mosquito, this thunder might be two lives!" Xu Xiaoshou grabbed Mosquito’s skin, crouching down, heart pounding.
He started to calmly analyze, since Brother Mosquito’s usefulness seed less than imagined, apart from being big, there seed to be nothing else.
Gold, wood, earth...
Chasing all the way, Saint Xin showed more than the power of the five elents.
He wasn’t rely a Demon Ancestor, he absolutely grasped the "power of attribute" from the Spiritual Cultivation realms, a term only in the Shengshen Continent.
"Brother Mosquito, in my foolish opinion, just my foolish opinion, he likely grasps water-type, also knows Thunder Technique, rushing into this Thunderstorm zone, our survival rate, is probably under ten percent." Xu Xiaoshou cautiously suggested.
"Is that so?"
The twelve-winged blood-stained golden-spotted mosquito maintained the cold, serious tone, "Hold tight."
Xu Xiaoshou’s toes couldn’t exert force, unable to grip onto Mosquito’s skin, trying to squeeze himself into a crevice for safety.
Wait, a crevice?
Oh shit, that’s Brother Mosquito’s wound!
Suddenly, the eleven wings abruptly stopped, then vanished completely, Xu Xiaoshou’s mind felt blank...
No!
They didn’t stop, didn’t disappear!
It was the wings flapping at such high speeds they beca invisible!
"Sky Splitting Flash—"
A low whisper sounded beside his ear, Xu Xiaoshou only felt light and shadows tearing in front of his eyes, by the ti he regained consciousness...
"Holy crab!"
"My fucking English?"
"Oh my god!"
Not just the language changed, looking down, the streets below had changed races, only Caucasian and Black people remained, each holding their heads, wide-eyed, like seeing an unbelievable monster.
Did he just flew overseas?
I didn’t do any immigration procedures, and I don’t have a passport, Brother Mosquito, this is illegal... oh, never mind.
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