The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 696 - 460, Magic God: Zhao Douan, we meet again (6k)_4
Eunuch Hai had only finished half a sentence when he saw Zhao Douan already moving like an arrow off the string, exerting all his strength to leave a trail of afterimages as he dashed towards the loosest part of the encirclement in a frenzied escape.
The others hadn’t reacted yet, and in the blink of an eye, he was almost about to enter the forest.
"..." Eunuch Hai paused for a moment, a smile of approval and satisfaction appearing on his lips, then shouted:
"Cover Junior Guardian Zhao!"
"Yes!"
A group of Martial Arts Hall Tributors responded.
Tang Jinzhong leaped out of a tree pit, just about to charge down, when he saw the burly, muscled Body Refining Mage Xiong Ba blocking his way.
"The Martial God’s legacy, I’m really interested to see it."
Black hair sprouted from Xiong Ba’s body, with a tendency towards devolving into a humanoid black bear.
Tang Jinzhong sneered coldly and swung a blade: "Die!"
...
Ji Yue glanced around and was about to quietly slip away with the water flow, when suddenly, a "ding" sound was heard as a Ghost Banner, shrouded in a chilling ghostly aura, was thrust into the mountainous terrain ahead.
A little fatty came out with a cheerful smile, rubbing his plump hands, his eyes excited and greedy as he stared at Ji Yue:
"Good, this is good, young lady, you are naturally suited to be a Water Ghost, I have long sought a top-grade Water Ghost for years, finally awaiting you, quickly come into my banner!"
Ji Yue’s face turned cold.
...
"Hehe, brave one, wait a moment, give this poor Taoist a little face, how about not making a move?"
Lang Shiba held a scimitar, eyeing the suddenly appearing, lewd old Taoist in front of him, who unbuttoned his collar while speaking.
He felt a shiver of disgust, and slashed with his saber.
"No martial ethics!"
The lewd old Taoist shrieked strangely, raised his hand and pointed, and a Yellow Paper Talisman flew out along his finger, burning and condensing into a huge, illusory dagger in mid-air, clashing with the scimitar.
...
At the same time.
All around the mountain forest, mages from the Magic God Sect started to come out one by one, attempting to stop Zhao Douan, but were repeatedly blocked by Song Jinxi leading a group of Inner Palace Experts, who opened a path for Zhao Douan to escape without obstruction.
In the chaotic melee, only Eunuch Hai remained completely still, his eyes locked onto the "Magic God."
The "Magic God" looked down at the old eunuch with cold eyes and said:
"You’re old and not a match for me."
Hai Chunlin laughed heartily, leaped up, and pulled out a scarlet longsword from his sleeve:
"Old or not, it’s not up to you to decide, humph, to think a mere hiding and sneaking persona in the Martial World dares to claim ’Magic God’? Ridiculous, ridiculous."
...
...
Run!
Sprint!
Full-speed assault!
In the mountain forest.
Zhao Douan’s An Qi Sea roared, and all his Qi Mechanism surged like tidal waves, circulating through his limbs and bones.
The entire body was like an overclocked machine, squeezing the cultivation of the top-grade Divine Chapter to the limit, sprinting madly towards Jianning Prefecture city.
With the cover of a large group of guardians, not a single mage managed to follow him, and Zhao Douan quickly left the battlefield far behind.
However, he didn’t relax at all. On the contrary, his nerves became increasingly taut, and he hid various means up his sleeve while running.
Including the Transmission Treasure Bead that Zhenbao had given him long ago, which he quietly clutched but chose not to crush.
He clearly remembered that the Transmission Treasure Bead teleports randomly, and he also remembered that a sorcerer serving the Sorrow God could make a target’s luck worsen through a curse.
He suspected that the reason he encountered the Magic God Sect Leader today might be due to the "Sorrow God" curse, with the Sangmen Star hanging overhead, causing misfortune to befall him.
"The Worldly Venerate’s Green Lotus can help heal my body, but it should not be able to help me change the misfortune ’blessed’ by the Sorrow God... Why didn’t I realize this earlier? Is it also the effect of misfortune? Well, I also have too little experience dealing with these Evil Path mages..."
"If my speculation is correct, then if I crush the Transmission Treasure Bead, there’s a high possibility it will directly teleport me back into the Magic God Sect’s encirclement..."
Zhao Douan’s thoughts flickered as he ran, not knowing how long he had been sprinting.
Just as he burst out of the forest and could already see the gates of Jianning Prefecture city.
Suddenly, he skidded to a halt.
Staring dead ahead at a silently appearing figure.
A middle-aged mage calling himself "Magic God" stood with hands behind his back, quietly scrutinizing him, his eyes carrying an inexplicable, ambiguous meaning.
The "Magic God" smiled faintly, and said with deep meaning: 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
"Zhao Douan, we meet again."
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