My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

The enormous skull that had just shrunken into the whirlwind of air reemerged, writhing in pain once again.

But this time,

no sooner had its head appeared than it was seized back by an even larger hand.

Immediately after,

from inside the dark whirlwind, there emanated a chilling sound of chewing, and blood splattered out, red mingled with black.

Following that,

a scorching breath could be felt as it bore through the whirlwind.

A hand larger than the giant skull before it reached out from within the whirlwind.

That hand was devoid of skin, covered in muscle and sinew, and in the gaps of the muscle fibers, numerous flames of pitch black could be seen.

The pitch-black flames blazed upon his arm.

Burning the air, they hissed audibly.

At the moment this hand appeared,

Elder Deng, who had been unconcerned until now, suddenly underwent a change of heart, his expression shifting as he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"What in the world is this?"

"I've never encountered someone with such abilities before, who are you?"

After exclaiming in shock, Elder Deng turned his gaze to Zhou Qingxu and asked out loud.

Zhou Qingxu replied with a smile, "Just an ordinary scholar. It's me who they say 'scholars are good-for-nothing.'"

"I'm quite ordinary and not very famous, certainly not as well-known as Elder Deng."

Elder Deng narrowed his eyes slightly, "A scholar..."

He glanced at Zhou Qingxu,

and then his gaze returned to the whirlwind beside him.

After the giant, flaming hand emerged, it reached out and then violently clenched.

It seemed to grasp the air itself.

Then the air boomed with explosions.

The very void trembled.

Something terrifying seemed about to emerge from the whirlwind.

Zhou Qingxu cleared his throat twice and hastily pulled out a coarse cloth to cover his mouth, his gaze settling on the entity within the nearby whirlwind, his brow slightly furrowed, and then helplessly said:

"It's still too hard for me to use such a tactic. If it were the Ancient Immortals, they could summon countless beings of this caliber effortlessly, whereas I can't even summon one."

Zhou Qingxu shook his head, seeming somewhat disappointed.

"Enough, enough."

With a flick of his finger,

a tidal wave of heat surged forth.

The void suddenly fractured.

A giant, shrouded in pitch-black flames and with an indistinct face covered by black hair, stepped out of the void, a giant axe in hand, and swung it towards Elder Deng.

The moment the black-haired giant appeared,

a dreadfully intense and almost tangible aura swept in all directions.

In the distance, towards Hundred Mile City,

the battling factions involuntarily ceased their fighting, looking up at the phenomenon above them that filled them with profound fear even before getting any closer.

"What is this?"

"Are Sky-Men battling each other? But that can't be. Great Zhou shouldn't have any Sky-Men here right now; the Duke of the State is still in North City at the moment."

"Come to think of it, can a Sky-Man even unleash such might???"

Many soldiers looked up at the sky and couldn't help but express their thoughts aloud, but before they could observe further, they were drawn back into the fray.

Meanwhile, in Hundred Mile City,

Wu Ling, who had just ascended the city wall, also noticed the aura emanating from Cheng Guang's Flying Boat.

At this moment, she realized that there were actually two people on Cheng Guang's Flying Boat.

One of them was dressed in blue robes, with a gentle appearance that now bore a trace of paleness.

And the other,

in filthy garments, with tangled hair, the very image of a beggar, yet the aura he exuded and the expression in his eyes surpassed those of many high officials and nobles.

"Who are these two people?"

"Why are they on the Princely Heir's Flying Boat?"

Wu Ling couldn't help but feel puzzled.

At that moment,

one of the officers couldn't contain his excitement as he spoke to Wu Ling, "Your Highness, who would have thought that Great Zhou still had such a Sky-Man willing to help us. With that old master's intervention, Great Yuan's Sky-Man will be constrained too!"

Listening to her subordinate's words, Wu Ling's eyes narrowed, and she looked again at the figure in blue robes.

No matter how she looked,

the man did not resemble someone from Great Yuan,

but rather looked a bit like he was from Great Zhou.

"Are you saying that the man in blue robes is a Sky-Man from Great Yuan?"

Wu Ling inquired.

The officer was startled by the question but respectfully nodded,

then looked at Wu Ling with a puzzled expression.

"Your Highness, aren't you aware?"

"Isn't that Elder on the Princely Heir's Flying Boat invited by the Court?"

As Wu Ling heard this, her expression turned strange,

but she honestly shook her head.

"The Court currently has no Sky-Men at its disposal."

"That elder... must be someone the Princely Heir has sought..."

Upon saying this, Wu Ling's voice unintentionally revealed a hint of shock,

and she muttered to herself,

"Perhaps the elder the Princely Heir spoke of taking action is the one, his cultivation and strength seem extraordinary."

"Maybe he truly can help Great Zhou hold off Great Yuan's Sky-Man."

At this moment, Wu Ling did not see Cheng Guang effortlessly dispelling Zhou Qingxu's attack.
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Otherwise, Wu Ling might have changed her mind.

Cheng Guang's offer to take action,

did not seek assistance from anyone else,

it simply referred to his own intention to intervene.