Chapter 184 (2/2)

That leg was wearing a very common boot. The boot was a little tattered and the sole was slightly dirty. It was unknown how many gra.s.slands, gobi deserts, dirt water and mountain rivers it had stepped on.

But that instant when the old Necromancer saw the leg, he understood a logic.

Death was near.

The meteorite man stepped onto the hard and strong s.h.i.+eld.

However, the old boot sole could not withstand such powerful strength as it started to tear apart.

Then followed by the large strong metal s.h.i.+eld, which also started to crack apart!

The two strong warriors who were lifting the s.h.i.+eld could not even take a breath as their strong arms started to give way. That downward horrendous strength had instantly forced the muscles nerves to bulge out from their arms and their bones were crashed into powder. Blood were spurting out from the two warriors' eyes, noses and mouths like flying arrows.

The boot no longer had any sole, the large s.h.i.+eld was broken into flying metal pieces, and the Old Necromancer's primordial Qi s.h.i.+eld was quickly dispersed as well. The leg was now stepped on top of the Old Necromancer's head.

The Old Necromancer hopelessly stared as his skull was stepped on and into his neck. The leg continued to exert pressure downwards as it crashed and flattened the Old Necromancer's body, till it became a pile of meat puree.

Yet the leg with the boot continued downwards.

It smashed the pile of Old Necromancer's meat puree.

It smashed the hard and strong metal disk.

It smashed the carriage board.

Bam!

Meat puree and blood were spurted everywhere and dust were flying all over. The gorgeous horse carriage had instantly became a pile of trash. The broken but sharp metal pieces from the carriage flew out and pierced through the surrounding gra.s.sland soldiers, bringing them to the ground.

This leg that stepped through clouds and finally stepped onto the gra.s.sland, which had been occupied by the barbarians for nearly a thousand years!

The middle-aged man dressed in furred robe, with a blood-stained large knife carried at his back, stood in the middle of the ruins. He stared at the stunned gra.s.sland barbarians without any expression.

The Desolate Man warriors that were trapped and surrounded within the gra.s.sland swamp gazed at the powerful man from far. They finally broke the silence with crazy cheers, and some of the young Desolate Man were so agitated that they even cried.

Deep within the mountain ranges and woods at the southern part, there was a simple-looking Taoist temple. As there were no path leading to it, it never had any tourist or visitor, so naturally, it did not have any burning incense. The Taoists in the temple did not like incense as well, as they felt that the smell was bad and unbearable. Unlike the normal Haotian Taoists, the Taoists in this simple-looking and old temple never mind about incense donations at all.

Deep within the Taoist temple was a serene lake with seven thatched cottages, which was totally different from the simple and poor looking Taoist temple. Though the seven cottages were covered with thatches, they did give off an extremely dignified and solemn feel. The thatches were s.h.i.+ny white like jades and they were still looking fresh as before even after undergoing years of extreme weathers.

In the first thatched cottage, a very big and thick cla.s.sics book was placed on a table made of agarwood by the window. Its cover was dark like dried blood, yet it also looked like a black bloodstone that was created after hundreds of millions of years. The word ”Ri (Sun)” was carved onto it.

The cla.s.sics book had been flipped open. After the brush was soaked with adequate black ink, a stroke towards the right was gently brushed against a page of the book.

The middle-aged Taoist lifted the brush and stared at the words for a few seconds, before he nodded his head with satisfaction.

On the plain paper, there were two words. It was the name of a person.

”Ning Que”

Though the wind could not recognize the words, it could help to dry out the ink and made the words remain permanent on the paper. A few seconds later, another breeze blew and flipped the pages to the first page of the ”Ri” book.

The first page was completely blank and as white as snow.

Followed by the second page, which had a few names written on it. At the top most was ”Liu Bai”, and not far from it, one could faintly see a ”Jun”. On this page, there was a name which was unique from the others and was written far from other names. It looked lonely yet strong and independent, as though this person was unwilling to stand together with the other strong people of Central Plains.

That was because he was a World Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine.

He was the No.1 strong warrior of the Northern plain.

His name was Tang.

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