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"I think you guys are really tired of living!" Then, he lifted his head and glared at Cheng Yingwu. "Cheng Yingwu, I'll give you one last chance. You're no match for me. Don't go looking for trouble!"
"That's not necessarily true!" Cheng Yingwu scoffed. Suddenly, she flicked her finger and made the first move. A pair of golden cymbals flew out, flashing with a crimson radiance. Then, they abruptly swelled up to a thousand times their original size, resembling two large bowls clasped together as they charged towards Miao Yi.
They actually had a Third Grade Transcendent Artifact forged from Crystalline Gold. It seemed like the Swarm of Bees were no pushovers after dominating Flowing Clouds Dune Sea for so many years. Miao Yi was slightly taken aback. So they had a transcendent artifact to rely on. No wonder they dared to attack him even after knowing who he was.
Bang, bang, bang! Unable to dodge in time, Miao Yi hastily struck out with his spear, causing the pair of golden cymbals to tremble violently. However, this pair of bowl-shaped objects were a little more difficult to deal with. Quickly evading the enemy's attacks, Miao Yi no longer clashed head-on with the enemy. Instead, he avoided the enemy's attacks from the side, and aimed the bulging part of the hollow directly at the enemy. 'Clang!' The two bowls came together and immediately enveloped Miao Yi within.
The golden cymbals rumbled incessantly.
"Done!" Cheng Yingwu snapped her fingers and laughed heartily. Her expression was one of unbridled pleasure from having her wish fulfilled. "Yan Beihong, to think that you would have such a day. Just wait and see how I'll deal with you in the future. I'll pay you back a thousand times for what you did to me in the past!"
Someone exclaimed, "Sixth Mistress, is this the world-renowned Yan Beihong?"
Cheng Yingwu shouted, "That's right! In other words, that Niu Er who snuck into Tempest Tavern. That so-called invincible Red Lotus cultivator? It's just that we, the Hive Gang, didn't go and join in the fun, and we didn't want to be in the limelight. Otherwise, we would've taken care of him a long time ago. "
Everyone looked at each other excitedly and shouted in unison, "Sixth Leader is wise!"
Inside the golden cymbals, Miao Yi could faintly hear the conversation going on outside. He found it funny. 'If Yan Beihong really is here, I'm afraid this transcendent artifact of yours won't even be able to withstand a single strike from him.'
Dang dang dang! A series of knocks came from outside. Miao Yi lifted his head to look at where the knocks were coming from.
Cheng Yingwu was standing on top of the cymbals that had been closed up. With one foot on the edge and the other on the raised part of the cymbal, he placed one hand on his waist and used the other to hit the cymbal. "Yan Beihong, if you don't want to die, then call me 'Grandaunt'."
Inside, Miao Yi found it both funny and infuriating at the same time. He loudly said, "Cheng Yingwu, did I get too comfortable riding you last time? Are you looking for a thrill now? I advise you to let go immediately. Otherwise, you'll be crying later. "
The onlookers did not know what kind of riding technique it was, but how else could a man ride a woman? Just like that, the group of desert bandits turned to look at Cheng Yingwu with a strange expression. Could it be that the Sixth Young Master had been ridden by someone before?
They hadn't guessed wrongly. They had indeed ridden it, but it wasn't the kind of sexy riding style they had imagined. It was a kind of inhumane riding style.
Having grown up among the desert bandits, he had seen all kinds of unsightly things. How could he not know the dirty thoughts that everyone misunderstood! Cheng Yingwu immediately flew into a rage out of humiliation. She shouted, "That's what you get for being so stubborn!" Then, she invoked her transcendence energy and pointed at the golden cymbals.
Whoosh! The golden cymbals under her feet immediately shrank by a notch. Naturally, the space inside shrank as well.
And it wasn't as simple as just shrinking. As it shrank, dozens of golden spikes instantly grew out from the inside of the cymbal. Fortunately, Miao Yi reacted quickly. Otherwise, he would at least have a few bloody holes on his body.
Miao Yi really didn't want to destroy this transcendent artifact. He wanted to keep it for himself, but this woman wouldn't listen to his advice. If he didn't go out now, he might just end up suffering a setback after all these storms.
Left with no choice, he released his two praying mantises. They dodged the spikes and crouched on top of the two closed bowls. Even something as thick as the Exquisite Treasure Pagoda — a Fourth Grade Transcendent Artifact made of high-purity Crystalline Gold — couldn't withstand their attacks, let alone these thin golden cymbals. And now, the praying mantises were far stronger than they were back at the Artifact Convention. One could only imagine the consequences.
"Yan Beihong, are you feeling better now? Are you going to scream or not? "Cheng Yingwu smirked as she struck the golden cymbals with her spear.
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Someone else shouted, "Sixth Young Master, you can't just scream. You have to kneel and scream. that's more satisfying."
"That's a good idea, Yan …" Cheng Yingwu's expression suddenly changed. At first, she thought Miao Yi was fighting back from the inside of the golden cymbals. However, she suddenly saw something that resembled a curved blade protruding from the protruding part of the cymbals.
In the blink of an eye, the golden cymbals beneath Cheng Yingwu's feet abruptly exploded into a golden mist.
Everyone was shocked, including Cheng Yingwu. She hurriedly thrust her spear forward, but a cold gleam pierced through the golden mist and struck her shoulder. Then, she retracted her spear and struck out again, striking her waist with incredible speed. It was so fast that Cheng Yingwu didn't even have time to react before she was sent flying.
Soon after, the dazzling flaming swords shot out in all directions like fireworks blossoming amidst the golden mist, igniting one fireball after another.
The dozens of people who had gathered together and then scattered in all directions were immediately turned into fireballs, their cries of agony piercing the air.
Within the golden mist, Miao Yi waved his sleeves and invoked his arts to disperse the golden mist. Then, he calmly walked out with his spear in hand. He swept a cold gaze across his surroundings, and when he saw Cheng Yingwu flying away in a panic, he couldn't be bothered to deal with her.
Instead, he noticed the four sentries on the surrounding sand dunes?? Nuo Meng? Afraid of Auntie? Offering? Qiao Yi? Curling Song Qiao Yi?? Grasping Di? Chu? Qiao Meng Chuan Gu Duan? I-S Chuan Huang Ying Ying? Ju Liao Street Confusion? Tun Ba Qi Slash? Ri? Hui Dong Miao? Seal Payment? Medical Minor?
Whoosh whoosh! The two praying mantises tossed down two people covered in frost, then quickly shot up into the sky. Not long after, two more cries of agony rang out in the distance. Two more people had their chests pierced by the 'scythes' and were tossed to the ground at Miao Yi's feet.
Blue Lotus cultivators stood no chance against the praying mantises the size of pigs.
With a wave of his hand, Miao Yi recalled the two praying mantises and quickly collected the items on the four corpses. With a sweep of his Qilin Spear, he set the four corpses ablaze.
He then proceeded to collect the items on the corpses of the other corpses, then took to the sky and chased after Cheng Yingwu.
As he hovered in the air, Miao Yi estimated how long Cheng Yingwu could last. Since she was already under the effects of his Fiery Star Art, there was no way she could get far.
Suddenly, he saw a spirit eagle soaring up into the night sky from behind a distant sand dune. Miao Yi raised his brows and summoned a praying mantis from his storage ring with a flick of his hand. Then, he shot it towards its prey.
Miao Yi then landed on the sand dune in front of him, his gaze fixed on a patch of sand that was moving slightly in the depression.
He truly admired these desert bandits who had been roaming the desert for a long time. If he hadn't known that the other party wouldn't be able to get far after being hit by his Fiery Star Art, he would have assumed that the other party would still be in this area. Moreover, with the spirit eagle's guidance, Miao Yi had to pay special attention to this area. Otherwise, the person hiding under the sand might have really been disguised.
The spirit eagle that had flown away had already been turned into a corpse and brought back by the praying mantis. The praying mantis retrieved the jade disk from the tube at the spirit eagle's feet. The words on the disk were illegible. Clearly, they had been written in a hurry. Miao Yi could roughly guess the contents of the message even without looking at it. It said that Yan Beihong had arrived, and that he had fallen into a trap. The message stated that he was hiding somewhere and urgently needed help.
Crack! Miao Yi immediately crushed the jade disk into dust. Huff. Blowing the dust off his palm, Miao Yi dashed towards the depression with his spear in hand. He then stabbed the Qilin Spear into the ground, sending a stream of fire into the ground. The calm sand around him immediately began to tremble.
"Keep hiding. Don't move. Let's see how long you can last!" Miao Yi sneered. The feeling of being tormented by both internal and external flames must be pretty good.
Whoosh! A cloud of yellow sand was thrown into the air, revealing a battered Cheng Yingwu. She struggled to her feet and raised her spear warily against Miao Yi. Her legs were trembling, and her eyes were filled with fear. No one could imagine the torment she was going through right now.
Miao Yi tossed the spirit eagle's corpse over to her. Cheng Yingwu widened her eyes in shock. She didn't expect her last shred of hope to be severed just like that.
Miao Yi tucked the Qilin Spear away and chuckled, "Cheng Yingwu, you must be tired of living. I already told you that I wouldn't hold it against you, but you just wouldn't listen to me. You just have to make life difficult for me. You really don't know your place! If Yan Beihong was so easy to kill, would you even have the chance to do it? A person like you is a disgrace to the desert bandits. "
"Don't come any closer!" Cheng Yingwu staggered backward as she pointed her spear at Miao Yi, who was slowly approaching her.
Seeing that Miao Yi wasn't going to budge and continued to press forward, Cheng Yingwu let out a furious roar, "I'll kill you!" Then, she abruptly thrust her spear forward.
Miao Yi casually raised his hand and caught the spear that had neither speed nor strength in his hand. Then, he invoked his arts and shook the spear shaft, sending Cheng Yingwu tumbling to the ground. Then, he stepped forward and stomped on Cheng Yingwu's voluptuous chest, leaving her half-buried in the sand and unable to move.
Miao Yi wiped away the trace of art source within the spear and stored it in his storage ring. Then, he bent down and lifted Cheng Yingwu up by her clothes, invoking his arts to expel the invisible flames within her body. Otherwise, this woman would be gravely injured even if she didn't die.
As soon as Cheng Yingwu heaved a sigh of relief, she screamed in fright again. That was because the Great Hall Master Miao was groping her all over again. As soon as she struggled, Miao Yi invoked his arts to seal off her senses, and she immediately fainted.
Then, Miao Yi stripped her of all her valuables, tied her up with a metal chain, and kept her in his beast sack.
Miao Yi leaped up onto the sand dune and gazed in the direction he came from, still thinking about the Netherdragon Ship. Compared to the Netherdragon Ship, Cheng Yingwu's situation wasn't even worth mentioning. Miao Yi didn't know if the Sorcerer had a way to resolve this crisis, or if he would honor his promise to pay the tribute to him at the end of the year. That was because the Sorcerer could completely ignore him. Miao Yi's only hope was that he knew this secret.
He didn't know if the Sorcerer had a way to board the Netherdragon Ship … Miao Yi muttered to himself. He couldn't help but let out a sigh. Then, after determining his direction, he took to the skies.
Deep into the night, Miao Yi broke through the clouds shrouding the starry sky and landed in the courtyard of the Tempest Tavern. He looked around and saw that his surroundings hadn't changed much. Over the past few centuries, the place had only been renovated a few times. Everything was under his control.
When he entered the tavern, it was deserted. There wasn't a single customer in sight. The incident with the Netherdragon Ship had passed, and it only added another legend to Flowing Clouds Dune Sea. The tavern's business was no longer as prosperous as it used to be.
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