Just as Chan Shue Gun watched Bak Wun abusing Kot Chi Sing alone with eyes enlarged, a mocking voice rang out. “Old dog! How are you still in the mood to watch others?”
When Chan Shue Gun recovered from his surprise, a massive patch of red arrived right in front of him, blocking his sight.
It was a knife, or to be exact, a gliph. The Flame Knife gliph.
It was a basic gliph, but still the strongest gliph that Chui Yim could use now. But being Chan Shue Gun, he was still able to move his An Old Tree’s Coiled Roots as and when he wanted, and the gliph in front of him was blocked in no time.
Boom!
Flame’s Knife was just a basic gliph that stood no chance against the An Old Tree’s Coiled Roots, which was improved. However, since fire suppressed wood, some sparks remained on the tree despite the knife disappearing.
And at the same time, Chor Shing Chit made his move.
He had been in the defence position since the beginning. He waved the Fallen Star’s Rod so fast that it turned into a shadow and formed an impregnable defence.
But when he moved, the imperturbable shadow disappeared and turned into a long dragon. He attacked suddenly, the Fallen Star’s Rod drawing a black dragon in the air.
It wasn’t a metaphor, but a literal black dragon.
The black rod sliced the air and the rain. It shot towards Chan Shue Gun with a fierce aura and the roars of a dragon. Before Chan Shue Gun could react, the dragon reached him, trying to swallow him like a ferocious beast.
Clang!
A metallic sound rang out.
As mentioned earlier, Chan Shue Gun was already very old. Even if he intended to perish together with Chui Yim, it still didn’t change his age—and his jaw-dropping foundation. Thus the black dragon vanished as sparks appeared on his ordinary grey robe.
The sparks solidified into a gliph and destroyed the destructive dragon. But Chor Shing Chit’s attack was so powerful that it still managed to send Chan Shue Gun flying, causing the prison walls surrounding them to disappear.
Chan Shue Gun threw up a pool of blood. Lying on the ground, there was only one thought in his mind. “Spiral Dragon Rod! You’re from the Chor Clan! Chor Shing Chit! You’re from the Chor Clan!"
But Chor Shing Chit didn’t reply. He couldn’t anyways; he dropped to the ground in agony. Bak Wun, who was busy with Kot Chi Sing, didn’t have any time to continue either. He kicked Kot Chi Sing away and came to Chor Shing Chit, pulling him up and disappearing. They appeared on the coach moments later, and Bak Wun glared at Chan Shue Gun after throwing Chor Shing Chit into the waggon. “Consider yourself lucky.”
The meaning behind his words wasn’t clear, but Bak Wun had already driven the coach away. The mysterious coat saved Chan Shue Gun’s life, but he couldn’t move or even channel his energliph anymore. There was nothing he could do but watch them leave.
The rain came to a stop, but the wind blew harder. The hardyhorse coach ran into the howling wind.
The hardyhorse had already left Southary with the trio. Chui Yim couldn’t distinguish their direction as his eyes were stuck closely on the second person on the coach. Chor Shing Chit was breathing so loudly and rapidly that even the howling wind couldn’t cover it. Just like a huge bellow that was worked to its limits. His body was also twisted up like a shrimp.
Bak Wun, who was controlling the hardyhorse turned back to look. He raised his voice in the wind and asked, “What’s wrong with Chor Shing Chit?”Chui Yim didn’t respond. The current state of Chor Shing Chit reminded him of the day when Chui Tin left. He went to Chor Shing Chit to tell him about this, but when Chor Shing Chit opened the door, Chui Yim could sense the robust and overflowing aura which made him feel like a beast that had awoken and was ready to feast on prey.
A glipher had stable energliph since , energliph would be sealed in their chambers tightly when gliphs were tattooed, like water being sealed in a bottle tightly. It wouldn’t spill if you left it untouched.
Previously, this happened as Chor Shing Chit was cultivating. But now…
“Principal, we need to find a place to stop.” Chui Yim looked at Bak Wun.
“Have you gone nuts! That old man will definitely chase after us after some rest! Every second is precious!” Bak Wun yelled at Chui Yim after a short pause.
“But if we don’t, Mr Chor will die. He’s about to break through,” Chui Yim said immediately.
“Break through!?” “
“Yes.” Chui Yim nodded. “He needs a tattoo on his chamber to stabilise the energliph that’s going to breakthrough, or he’ll definitely be making a trip to heaven.”
Bak Wun looked around subconsciously. He was like a cat on hot bricks. “This is the wild! Where are we going to find a gliphist? Should we head back to Southary? Even the nearest city is an hour away!”
“Find a secluded spot and stop there.” Chui Yim shook his head slowly and turned to Chor Shing Chit seriously. “Don’t we have a half gliphist right here?”
Just as Chan Shue Gun watched Bak Wun abusing Kot Chi Sing alone with eyes enlarged, a mocking voice rang out. “Old dog! How are you still in the mood to watch others?”
When Chan Shue Gun recovered from his surprise, a massive patch of red arrived right in front of him, blocking his sight.
It was a knife, or to be exact, a gliph. The Flame Knife gliph.
It was a basic gliph, but still the strongest gliph that Chui Yim could use now. But being Chan Shue Gun, he was still able to move his An Old Tree’s Coiled Roots as and when he wanted, and the gliph in front of him was blocked in no time.
Boom!
Flame’s Knife was just a basic gliph that stood no chance against the An Old Tree’s Coiled Roots, which was improved. However, since fire suppressed wood, some sparks remained on the tree despite the knife disappearing.
And at the same time, Chor Shing Chit made his move.
He had been in the defence position since the beginning. He waved the Fallen Star’s Rod so fast that it turned into a shadow and formed an impregnable defence.
But when he moved, the imperturbable shadow disappeared and turned into a long dragon. He attacked suddenly, the Fallen Star’s Rod drawing a black dragon in the air.
It wasn’t a metaphor, but a literal black dragon.
The black rod sliced the air and the rain. It shot towards Chan Shue Gun with a fierce aura and the roars of a dragon. Before Chan Shue Gun could react, the dragon reached him, trying to swallow him like a ferocious beast.
Clang!
A metallic sound rang out.
As mentioned earlier, Chan Shue Gun was already very old. Even if he intended to perish together with Chui Yim, it still didn’t change his age—and his jaw-dropping foundation. Thus the black dragon vanished as sparks appeared on his ordinary grey robe.
The sparks solidified into a gliph and destroyed the destructive dragon. But Chor Shing Chit’s attack was so powerful that it still managed to send Chan Shue Gun flying, causing the prison walls surrounding them to disappear.
Chan Shue Gun threw up a pool of blood. Lying on the ground, there was only one thought in his mind. “Spiral Dragon Rod! You’re from the Chor Clan! Chor Shing Chit! You’re from the Chor Clan!"
But Chor Shing Chit didn’t reply. He couldn’t anyways; he dropped to the ground in agony. Bak Wun, who was busy with Kot Chi Sing, didn’t have any time to continue either. He kicked Kot Chi Sing away and came to Chor Shing Chit, pulling him up and disappearing. They appeared on the coach moments later, and Bak Wun glared at Chan Shue Gun after throwing Chor Shing Chit into the waggon. “Consider yourself lucky.”
The meaning behind his words wasn’t clear, but Bak Wun had already driven the coach away. The mysterious coat saved Chan Shue Gun’s life, but he couldn’t move or even channel his energliph anymore. There was nothing he could do but watch them leave.
The rain came to a stop, but the wind blew harder. The hardyhorse coach ran into the howling wind.
The hardyhorse had already left Southary with the trio. Chui Yim couldn’t distinguish their direction as his eyes were stuck closely on the second person on the coach. Chor Shing Chit was breathing so loudly and rapidly that even the howling wind couldn’t cover it. Just like a huge bellow that was worked to its limits. His body was also twisted up like a shrimp.
Bak Wun, who was controlling the hardyhorse turned back to look. He raised his voice in the wind and asked, “What’s wrong with Chor Shing Chit?”Chui Yim didn’t respond. The current state of Chor Shing Chit reminded him of the day when Chui Tin left. He went to Chor Shing Chit to tell him about this, but when Chor Shing Chit opened the door, Chui Yim could sense the robust and overflowing aura which made him feel like a beast that had awoken and was ready to feast on prey.
A glipher had stable energliph since , energliph would be sealed in their chambers tightly when gliphs were tattooed, like water being sealed in a bottle tightly. It wouldn’t spill if you left it untouched.
Previously, this happened as Chor Shing Chit was cultivating. But now…
“Principal, we need to find a place to stop.” Chui Yim looked at Bak Wun.
“Have you gone nuts! That old man will definitely chase after us after some rest! Every second is precious!” Bak Wun yelled at Chui Yim after a short pause.
“But if we don’t, Mr Chor will die. He’s about to break through,” Chui Yim said immediately.
“Break through!?” “
“Yes.” Chui Yim nodded. “He needs a tattoo on his chamber to stabilise the energliph that’s going to breakthrough, or he’ll definitely be making a trip to heaven.”
Bak Wun looked around subconsciously. He was like a cat on hot bricks. “This is the wild! Where are we going to find a gliphist? Should we head back to Southary? Even the nearest city is an hour away!”
“Find a secluded spot and stop there.” Chui Yim shook his head slowly and turned to Chor Shing Chit seriously. “Don’t we have a half gliphist right here?”
