Just like a black bee seeing its little poop, the giant primal Cat Lady appeared in front of Zhang Ze, crossing dozens of miles in the blink of an eye.
Arched back, hissing, and slam of paws all in one motion.
Zhang Ze couldn’t dodge in ti and took a solid hit.
From the heavy blow, dust billowed and the ground ripped apart.
But in the next mont, like a rewind, the shattered ground restored itself.
Zhang Ze’s figure that was struck into the earth erged unscathed in a different spot, he looked down at his right hand, sowhat bewildered.
Zhang Ze didn’t know the cultivation level of this thing, but the power of that strike was shocking, not only breaking his protective golden light, but also severing his entire arm.
However, just as Zhang Ze prepared to use his innate Dao body to repair the injury, the arm that had turned into powder regenerated on its own.
"Could it be..."
Without further thinking, the strange creature with Xiao Jing’s face lunged towards him again, ignoring the spatial barrier, appearing suddenly in front of Zhang Ze.
Luckily this ti, Zhang Ze was ready. Beneath him, a useful skill condensed a lotus, a golden lotus appeared, wrapping him inside.
Yet this golden lotus could not withstand the elderly Xiao’s claw attack, it resisted for a mont before shattering into a field of light spots.
However, there was no sign of Zhang Ze within the golden lotus. After the lotus shattered, the surrounding space fluctuated.
In an instant, hundreds of golden lotuses blood.
Each lotus contained a Zhang Ze.
It’s not a clone technique; there’s only one real Zhang Ze, the rest are illusions and Zhang Ze molds confiscated from Black Workshop.
The golden lotuses began rotating around the Cat Lady, simultaneously an annoying sound emanated from inside.
Personally perford by Lily, tuned by Maomao, and written by Li, Thousand chanism Pavilion’s most unpleasant single "Lily’s Happy Birthday to You" made its debut in Baiyujing.
"Happy Birthday to You, I wish you a happy birthday, a bomb for you, a cake for ..."
Along with the sharp, irritating accompanint, Lily’s bubble electronic voice combined with forgetful lyrics pierced into Xiao Maoniang’s ears.
Lily’s ghostly noise proved unexpectedly effective.
Xiao Maoniang knelt down holding its head, tearing at its own ears, leaving them mangled, but they quickly regenerated again.
After discovering it couldn’t block the sound, it roared in anger, charging towards one of the golden lotuses.
The golden lotus, composed of spells, shattered with a boom, along with Zhang Ze’s mold upon it turned into powder.
Despite cutting down several golden lotus illusions, Lily’s ghostly noise didn’t stop, and even beca more terrifying like it was unleashed from a restraining chanism, inciting cosmic indignation.
The happy birthday song grew increasingly louder, even overshadowing the Cat Lady’s hissing.
Over there, Zhang Ze watched the show from the outermost circle, fiddling with the radio in his hand.
The radio set to 36D panoramic nagging mode, Zhang Ze pressed randomly with one hand, sotis turning the volu to the maximum, sotis pressing rewind to replay.
The song echoing around Xiao Maoniang had nothing to do with the golden lotuses, unless Zhang Ze’s radio was smashed, Lily’s song would continue playing endlessly.
Sadly, if it wasn’t pretending.
That Xiao Maoniang with Xiao Jing’s face seed to lack intelligence, acting purely on instinct without discovering Zhang Ze’s true form.
Looking at the Cat Lady trapped by "Lily’s Magical Sound Array," Zhang Ze noticed a few things.
From the current situation, it appeared only himself, Xiao Maoniang, and everything originally in Baiyujing could regenerate.
Other things, like spells Zhang Ze cast and the molds he threw out, didn’t receive such treatnt; once broken, they couldn’t regenerate.
Upon realizing this, Zhang Ze devised a way to escape.
Although the inability to kill posed a problem, it also presented an opportunity from another perspective.
After all, as long as he wouldn’t die, he would stand in an unbeatable position.
He could fail countless tis, but with one success, he could drag the opponent into an outhouse, using his rich experience, disgust it away.
After pondering for a mont, Zhang Ze had an idea; he’d already found Xiao Maoniang’s weakness.
With half a lotus remaining, Zhang Ze pulled out a scroll from his sleeve, and gently shook it to unfold.
The scroll depicted famous swords from various Sword Sect eras, though painted in ink, their essence persisted, bursting with sword Qi.
It seed as if a gentle shake could make hundreds of famous swords leap from the scroll instantaneously.
This was sothing given to Zhang Ze before leaving by Li, painted personally by him, it could be used three tis in total.
To prevent his unlucky disciple from forgetting how to use it, the versatile Li included a manual on the back.
It’s just that his unlucky disciple seed not to plan on looking at it.
"Ha, good thing I have a good mory; I haven’t forgotten everything taught by the master. As the saying goes, when the ti cos, you toss the book to play, little brat watch the sword."
There were three ways to use it, but Zhang Ze implented none; he took an alternative path, developing a fourth thod.
This scroll was made from sword chanting golden silk, the best material for carrying sword Qi.
So Zhang Ze directly dismantled the scroll.
Under the induction of Zhang Ze’s spells, the ink shadows of famous swords blurred, dyeing the scroll with ink color.
Then, he picked out a thread and pulled hard, unraveling the entire scroll.
In Zhang Ze’s eyes, anything could be a sword.
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