Jiang He stared blankly at the skies.
At first, he was worried about the immortals who were about to return for three seconds, before suddenly remembering that he and the legacies left behind by those immortals … were a little … unpleasant.
"Others notwithstanding, the immortals of the Penglai Sect, the Green Hill Foxes, and the nine factions would cut me down if they return. It would be best if they don't return!"
"Still …"
Jiang He was a worrywart who was especially afraid of trouble, which was why he would want to get rid of it at once whenever he encountered trouble or something that could cause trouble for him.
He could not help feeling a headache at the thought that the immortals of the Penglai Sect, the Green Hill Foxes, and the nine factions would fight him to the death when they returned!
"The immortals of those sects and factions are not to be underestimated. According to Hu Mei, the sects and factions that could leave a legacy in the past would at least have Golden Immortals, and there might even be Grand Luo in Green Hill … Of course, Golden Immortals and Grand Luo might not return and continue their campaign in another world, but I'm probably done for if one of them does return."
"Even if no Golden Immortals returned, wouldn't there be dozens of True Immortals coming to kill me if they returned with up to five True Immortals? While my Heavenly Thunderbolt Hand Grenades could easily blow up True Immortals, the power of those things is too frightening, and Earth would be blown to smithereens if I used them too much. "
Jiang He thought about it, and eventually realized that there was only one way to solve those problems.
And that was to hide in outer space and ambush the returning immortals.
"I have to think this through. After all, I don't know the immortals of the various sects, and wouldn't it be bad if I accidentally kill the elites of other sects?"
Even as Jiang He thought about it, Wang Hou descended from the distance and stared at Jiang He weirdly, his mouth agape as he asked hoarsely, "How did you do it, Jiang He?"
"What do you mean, how did I do it?"
Jiang He replied, only coming to a realization then … Wang Hou must have learned that Mars was gone thanks to a hint of the Star Map's power. Embarrassed, he laughed out loud before saying, "I didn't mean it, Minister Wang."
The corner of Wang Hou's mouth twitched …
He was still feeling a little dizzy even now.
Unintentional?
You accidentally blew up Mars?
Why did it give people the urge to beat someone up?
Jiang He shrugged when he saw the look on Wang Hou's face, spreading his hands and saying helplessly, "I'm just worried that the Sky Demons would invade Earth and kill as many people as possible, which is why I made some homecooked bombs, thinking that I could kill as many as I could on a trip to Mars and fight the Sky Demon legion. Who would have thought …"
Homemade bombs?
Wang Hou was expressionless.
What kind of bullsh * t bomb is this? How many times have you used this excuse?
At first, the homecooked bombs you made were still within everyone's comprehension. You could blow up Ferals and rank-five or rank-six martial artists, and then blow up high-ranked martial artists, the Sky Demon Cult's headquarters, the Penglai Sect … and now, you've blown up Mars, and you're still talking about homemade bombs?
Who the hell would believe that?
Jiang He still felt a lingering fear when he remembered how the True Immortal of the Sky Demons discovered him. His face filled with lingering fear as he smiled bitterly, "You don't know this, Minister Wang … but I really escaped death this time."
Wang Hou's expression stiffened at that.
He had been left stunned by how Jiang He blew up Mars, and did not imagine what kind of powerful foe Jiang He would be facing. That was a legion of millions of Sky Demons, hundreds of Sufferance, eighty Mahayana, four Heavenly Immortals, and one True Immortal.
But just as he was about to say a few words of concern, he heard Jiang He say, "I was riding my fox maid at the time …"
"Riding?"
Wang Hou could not help asking, but Jiang He simply ignored him and said, "When I rode my fox to Mars, the True Immortal of the Sky Demons was giving the Sky Demon legion some chicken soup to boost their morale."
"My fox and I were hiding in the atmosphere, and I was about to take out a hundred heavenly thunderbolts … I mean, homemade bombs to ambush them, but the True Immortal noticed me before I could do anything!"
Wang Hou's heart skipped a beat.
On the other hand, Jiang He breathed a long sigh and said, "I was so startled that I dropped the homemade bomb I was holding. I quickly ran with my fox, and it was fortunate that the True Immortal of the Sky Demons did not chase me, and even stupidly reached out to catch the bomb I dropped."
At that, Jiang He paused and said nothing else.
Wang Hou could not help pressing, "And then?"
"What then?"
"I'm asking you, and then?"
"There's no then."
Jiang He held his belly in laughter. "Don't you think that the True Immortal of the Sky Demons is an idiot? Isn't it nice for a True Immortal like you to blow up a hundred bombs I accidentally dropped from a distance?"
"That idiot caught them with his hand, and the bombs exploded, killing them all."
Wang Hou was dumbstruck.
What the hell!
Then why did you say that Hammer had a narrow escape from death?
Holding back his urge to retort, he could not hold back his curiosity and asked tentatively, "Sorry, Jiang He, but could I ask … what kind of bomb was your homemade bomb?"
With a turn of his hand, Jiang He took out a Heavenly Thunderbolt Hand Grenade.
Wang Hou carefully accepted it and studied it closely, noticing that it was identical to the hand grenades seen in anti-Japanese movies. There was even a fuse at the bottom, and the kind that would explode if one clenched their teeth, pulled out the fuse, and threw it.
The only difference was that the material of this thing was a little special. It looked like gold but was not, and the word 'high explosive' was written on it.
"Well …"
"A hand grenade?"
The corner of Wang Hou's mouth twitched, and he could not help exclaiming, "How powerful could a small hand grenade be? Even if you threw a hundred of them … would Mars be so fragile? "
Jiang He, however, gave Wang Hou a look of concern as if he was an idiot, and reached out to snatch the Heavenly Thunderbolt Hand Grenade back, barking, "What do you know? I've named this the Heavenly Thunderbolt Hand Grenade, although you could call it the Heavenly Thunderbolt High Explosive Hand Grenade. I've crafted it using mystic treasure crafting methods, and later infused it with the heavenly thunderbolts captured during retributions and nine retributions. Once it explodes, thunder rumbles, and killing five hundred Paragon martial artists like you is child's play."
"…"
Wang Hou scowled.
Did I just become a measurement unit out of the blue?
Both of them were chatting when they suddenly looked up at the distant horizon, only to see dozens of figures speeding toward them from the horizon. There were over a dozen Mahayana cultivators, while there were close to two hundred Sufferance and Convergence cultivators.
"Lord Jiang He, Minister Wang!"
Jin Sidao was the fastest among them, and offered Jiang He and Wang Hou a fist-palm salute when he landed, saying, "I've contacted the Jiuhua Sect, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the Taixu Sect, and the Scale Dragons of Shennongjia. They are willing to fight alongside Lord Jiang He against the Sky Demon legion."
Soon.
Many elites flew toward them.
The Blue Scale Dragon King of Shennongjia promptly went up, offering a fist-palm salute and bowing, saying, "Lord Jiang He …"
He was a little afraid of Jiang He.
Back when the Mahayana cultivators of the nine factions surrounded Jiang He in outer space, he did not help Jiang He even though he was not a part of it. In fact, he even secretly communicated to Jin Sidao and told him not to make a mistake. He did not expect that Jiang He would not fear the return of the immortals at all, and immediately turned around to slaughter the nine factions until their blood flowed and they were subservient. It was said that the Thousand Cavern Mountain was now all Mahayana cultivators were dead, and the remaining Sufferance and Convergence-tier cultivators were all fleeing. It was no different from being wiped out.
Jiang He, however, was not concerned.
He smiled and said, "Fellow Daoists, I appreciate your goodwill, but there's no need for this. I've already wiped out every elite of the Sky Demon army that landed on Mars."
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