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Translator: Ashish
Translation Checker: Silavin
“Hurry up, I have a bad feeling.” Treading the air, sending blasts of flame waves, Nine Tails’ expression turned a bit serious.
“A bad feeling!?” Thorns, sitting on top of White Tiger, murmured, her voice a bit heavy.
[As the Elder Sister of the nine Great Beasts, Nine Tails’ sense had always been pretty sharp. Since she said that she has a bad feeling, then maybe…] Thinking this, Thorns also urged White Tiger, “Third Brother, speed up.”
“Okay.” Without hesitation, White Tiger also channeled his Spiritual Energy.
The next moment, a thin layer of white glow covered his white wings.
At the same time, White Tiger flapped his wings as his figure swished through the air, trailing a streak of white light.
“I and Sixth Sister will go ahead.” Leaving behind these words, White Tiger carried Thorns towards the depths of the mist.
“Then I’ll go ahead too.” Saying this, the flames under Nine Tails’ flames also surged.
In the next moment, a deafening boom resounded as Nine Tails, enveloped by flames, shot toward a distance at a greater speed.
From a distance, it looked like a burning meteor shooting straight into the distance, parallel to the earth.
“My goodness, Elder Sister and Third Brother had been going slowly for us!” Wryly smiling, Qing Gang and the nearby Brewmaster glanced at each other, feeling utterly helpless.
Compared to Nine Tails and White Tiger, they were truly not that fast.
Nonetheless, it was normal.
While Brewmaster was unfathomable, speed was not his strong point. He was just fast enough for the speed to not become his Achilles’ heel.
He could not match Nine Tails and White Tiger in speed.
While Qing Gang excelled in strength as a favored child of the earth, ready to compete with anyone in strength, when it came to speed, it proved to be his Achilles’ heel.
At this moment, looking at Lightning Giant Bear as well as Golden Ant sitting on his shoulder, Qing Gang breathed a long, deep breath and reminded, “Let’s speed up a bit too, try not to fall too far behind.”
Saying that, Qing Gang’s figure slowly merged into the earth.
“Okay,” Lightning Giant Bear promptly responded and channeled his Spiritual Energy as blue lightning arcs surged around him.
*Rooaar..* Immediately afterward, he let out a roar before his speed suddenly skyrocketed.
“Tsk, tsk…” Watching one Mutant Beast after another speeding up, Brewmaster clucked his tongue with a smile, grabbing the wine pot from his waist.
*Gulp, gulp…* After taking a few sips, a serious expression finally appeared on his face.
The next moment…
*Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…* Lightly kicking the branches, Brewmaster agilely darted towards the mountains in the north like a monkey. While he could not match Nine Tails in speed, or White Tiger for that matter, Brewmaster was exceptionally agile.
In Human terms, he was an agile fatty.
…
While Nine Tails, White Tiger, and other Mutant Beasts were rushing toward the direction of Deadwood Wetlands…
In the depths of Deadwood Wetlands, a white rainbow collided with the chest of a young man in pure white.
With a thunderous boom, a figure flew out like a cannonball.
*Bang, Bang, Bang…*
After breaking who knows how many trees, the young man in white barely stopped when he crashed into a rock wall.
Just by looking at the cracked rock wall, which was several meters deep, anyone would gasp in shock.
Even after flying so far, crashing through so many trees, the impact actually left such a crack on the rock wall.
Who knows how terrifying this force must have been.
At this moment, amidst the swirling dust…
*Cough, cough…* A series of weak coughs rang. At the same time, an extremely helpless voice echoed in the air, “Are you awake now?”
“Mhmm.” Softly mhmming, a barefooted girl slowly approached from the distance.
As the dust settled, Ling Er’s gaze revealed a disheveled young man, his chest bearing the brunt of the confrontation with a large, ominous indentation.
This young man was none other than White Emperor, Wang Hao.
However, compared to his previous heroic appearance, the current Wang Hao was undoubtedly in a much more sorry state. This sorry state was not just about his injuries.It was also because most of his black hair had turned gray.
From a distance, the young man’s hair, now a blend of half black and half gray, added a touch of aging to his appearance.
“You are so strong, terrifyingly strong, so why did you get controlled by the Spirit Flower?” complaining in a voice filled with bitterness and helplessness, Wang Hao stared at the sky, his face filled with confusion.
“It was just a little accident, don’t mind it,” Ling Er nonchalantly responded, without offering any extra explanation.
She knew nothing about Wang Hao, but tonight, Wang Hao had left a deep impression on her.
It came as a surprise to her that China actually had such a strong Superhuman.
At this time, sensing the indifference in Ling Er’s tone, Wang Hao also did not dwell on it.
Instead, he looked at the longsword in his hand, which had become rusty again, and stated with a sigh, “Do you know, I paid a great price to obtain this Spirit Flower.”
Speaking of this, Wang Hao clenched his left hand so tightly that he bled out as he continued with a bitter smile, “Fifty years, I spent fifty years of my lifespan… just to unlock the seal of this White Emperor Sword and gain even more strength. But even so… I still lost…”
Wang Hao’s voice grew increasingly low. Then, he slowly raised his head again, staring at the girl who had crushed his pride.
“The seal of the White Emperor Sword!?” Filled with doubt, Ling Er’s gaze also fell on the longsword in Wang Hao’s hand.
But after a moment, to Ling Er’s surprise, the originally three-feet long cyan sword with a fearsome Sword Intent was now covered in layers after layers of rust. It became so rusty that people would not even give it a second glance even if it was thrown in garbage.
*Haaa…* Seemingly noticing Ling Er’s confusion, Wang Hao heaved another sigh and explained, “The White Emperor Sword is a Tier-3 Transcendent Weapon… but for some reason, it’s difficult to use…”
Speaking of this, Wang Hao heaved another sigh.
A Tier-3 Transcendent Weapon was a classification of weapons in this era. In simple terms, a Transcendent of a certain tier could withstand the Spiritual Energy of the same tier without suffering any damage.
For example, a Tier-3 Transcendent Weapon could easily withstand the Spiritual Energy of a Tier-3 Superhuman without suffering any damage.
More importantly, it was also capable of substantially increasing its owner’s combat power.
For a Superhuman, a good weapon was like giving wings to a Tiger. Some Transcendent Weapons could even allow its user to challenge opponents of higher tiers.
However, Wang Hao knew that in the previous era, Transcendent Weapons had another name.
Divine Weapons, Immortal Weapons, Artifacts, Godly Artifacts…
Different races had different names for weapons of different levels, and the classification was even more precise.
For instance, the most powerful weapons went by the name of Psychic Weapons, or Ultimate Dao Artifacts.
Of course, weapons of that caliber were rare in the previous era too. Each one was quite famous and left a historic mark in that era.
As for the Tier-3 Transcendent Weapon, Wang Hao just mentioned it casually.
According to his Master, the true White Emperor Sword was second only to the legendary Psychic Weapons, and possessed unimaginable powers.
However, in this new world, the White Emperor Sword had become a thing of the past. Now, its survival was already extremely difficult.
Even so, after sacrificing fifty years of his life, White Emperor Sword could temporarily restore its original power.
In that state, he would be able to fight even the most dreadful entities in Tier-2.
However, Wang Hao had not expected that he would run into He Ling Er, a Heaven’s Chosen like him.
What left him even more bewildered was that He Ling Er could actually fight him even when he had the restored White Emperor Sword in his hand.
Thinking this, even Wang Hao, who had a calm and steady temperament, had an extremely complicated look on his face.
However, after a moment, as if having understood something, Wang Hao heaved a helpless sigh and stated, “Gain and loss, I am fortunate if I can have it and if I can’t, it’s my fate…”
Uttering these words, he laboriously climbed back to his feet, relying on the support of the rusty sword.
“Aren’t you going to fight for that Spirit Flower?” Wang Hao looked at the distant girl and asked, with a slight smile on his lips.
“It’s too late already.”
Saying that, Ling Er looked at her palm and stated with a smile, “Some of that Spirit Flower’s Spiritual Energy is still left in my body. If I can assimilate it, I should be able to make further progress.”
“Is that so!?” Wang Hao sunk into silence, understanding everything.
However, after a moment, he helplessly shook his head, thinking of his own situation.
This time, he had suffered a double loss. Not only did he lose fifty years of life, but he also damaged his foundation. Worst of all, he did not gain anything.
The only silver line was that he met a girl who made him deeply wary.
“The Flame Empress does live up to her fame.”
