My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Instead, her eyes widened, refusing to miss a single frame.

Princely Heir Cheng Guang's method of protecting the entire Hundred Mile City had already thoroughly shaken Wu Ling to her core.

From this, Wu Ling dared to believe that the Princely Heir might truly be extraordinary.

His cultivation and strength might even have reached that of a Sky-Man.

At this moment, Wu Ling not only believed in Cheng Guang's simplicity.
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She even possessed a potential for imagination.

Seeing Cheng Guang remain so composed in the face of Zhou Qingxu's attack, Wu Ling couldn't help but think that Cheng Guang might indeed have a way to deal with Zhou Qingxu.

......

At this time.

Zhou Qingxu watched Cheng Guang engulfed by the palm of the Black-faced Vajra Buddha, countless waves of qi stirring around, dust billowing.

A yawn stretched lazily across his face.

His hands came together, sliding into his sleeves.

Just as he intended to turn away, his gaze falling on Deng who was entangled with the black-haired giant and unable to advance further, all of a sudden.

He sensed something.

His eyes widened slightly, and he looked up.

The face of the Black-faced Vajra Buddha, usually serene with a hint of ferocity, now unavoidably filled with intense fear.

His palm.

Laid on top of Cheng Guang's head.

Without even touching Cheng Guang's body.

It seemed as if he sensed some kind of presence.

And could not move a step further.

The palm shook stiffly as it tried to retract.

"What?"

Zhou Qingxu exclaimed, "What on earth does this Town-Nation Duke's Heir have that could make even the Black-faced Vajra Buddha so fearful?"

As Zhou Qingxu's cry echoed, his hands no longer cared to stay within his sleeves, pulling them out urgently and watching Cheng Guang with a serious expression.

Their gazes collided.

Eye to eye.

A hint of amusement flickered in Cheng Guang's eyes as he pointed at the Black-faced Vajra Buddha above, "This fellow seems rather reluctant to lay a hand on me, why don't you try doing it yourself?"

After hearing Cheng Guang's words, Zhou Qingxu's face twitched slightly a few times, and without replying, silently controlled the Black-faced Vajra Buddha.

Directing it to attack Cheng Guang.

Zhou Qingxu's own strength had been greatly diminished after summoning the Black-faced Vajra Buddha and the black-haired giant.

At this time, if he were to fight Cheng Guang.

Even if Cheng Guang was merely a half-baked Sky-Man.

Zhou Qingxu believed he would not stand a chance against Cheng Guang.

The Black-faced Vajra Buddha, receiving Zhou Qingxu's command, displayed a pained and struggled demeanor, his thick lips constantly writhing, chanting indecipherable Buddhist scriptures.

At the same time.

The Black-faced Vajra Buddha's hand reached out again, aiming towards the direction where Cheng Guang stood.

However.

The palm of the Black-faced Vajra Buddha trembled more with every inch it extended.

It was as if a mountain weighed upon him.

Every motion was taken with the utmost difficulty.

"Move!"

Zhou Qingxu, seeing the state of the Black-faced Vajra Buddha, frowned slightly and couldn't help but urge him again.

And as Zhou Qingxu did so,

it was as if he shattered the psychological defenses of the Black-faced Vajra Buddha completely.

With a roar, his gaze like lightning swept towards Zhou Qingxu, his palms suddenly switched direction and swung out towards Zhou Qingxu.

At that moment, the casual and complacent look in Zhou Qingxu's eyes vanished.

He cried out in terror,

"How dare you!"

As his words fell,

Zhou Qingxu had no chance to react before his body was struck like it was hit by a train, vanishing on the spot, leaving only a cloud of blood mist.

And the Black-faced Vajra Buddha, after attacking Zhou Qingxu,

seemed to experience relief yet also suffered, as cracks began to appear on the black iron flesh across his body.

And he vanished from the world in an instant.

Meanwhile,

Deng, who was still being attacked by the black-haired giant, managed to shatter its head with a punch.

This time,

the black-haired giant's bizarre regenerative abilities failed to manifest.

The giant stumbled a few steps, then suddenly fell to its knees, crashing in the direction of the Yuan Army.

With a loud thud,

a pool of blood flowed beneath it.

It was unclear whether the blood belonged to the black-haired giant or the Yuan soldiers.

Countless people watched the scene in horror.

At this time,

Zhou Qingxu was nowhere to be seen.

Only a trail of blood mist remained at the original spot.

His figure, having been swept away by the Black-faced Vajra Buddha, was nowhere to be found.

Such a sorry state was a stark contrast to Zhou Qingxu's previous demeanor of dismissing the heavens.

It took a long time for many to recover from the shock.

And then,

the sky began to clear once more.

The air was fresh, clouds scattered, the azure sky washed clean, and a gentle breeze brushed against the faces.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting thousands of golden beams, illuminating the earth.

At this time,

numerous corpses around Hundred Mile City, bathed in the golden light, seemed somewhat liberated, and the stench of blood in the world dissipated.

Cheng Guang stood in place.

He glanced around, no longer seeing Zhou Qingxu and shook his head.

"I originally wanted to slap you myself, but who would have thought, you'd be sent flying by your own summon,"

"I don't even know if you're dead or alive."

Unable to sense Zhou Qingxu's presence, Cheng Guang found himself without many options even if he wanted to deliver the finishing blow, so he gave up the idea.