Five hundred years of stacked Q, this one Q, unique and unparalleled throughout eternity!

The giant spirit did not pause at all; it was like a perfect killing machine. Its huge right fist rose again and slammed heavily into the badly injured golden giant.

But at that moment, a mocking chuckle seemed to echo from the sky.

"Your Highness, we've found you!"

The next moment, the incomparably majestic giant spirit god instantly collapsed.

A young man dressed in a suit and top hat, looking like a circus magician, suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield.

With a strange smile on his face, he gently removed his top hat and gracefully bowed to Yin Qianyu:

"I am the magician Mercen. The Immortal Lord has asked me to convey his greetings to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man, who called himself Magician Moken, clapped his hands and laughed happily:

"Performance over. All unauthorized personnel please leave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the prying eyes from afar were erased, and the space around the entire battlefield was completely stripped away, turning it into a closed space.

Several powerful auras suddenly rose from within Mingcheng and then swiftly descended upon the center of the battlefield.

"The magician Mercenary!"

"They're from the Death Whisper Circus."

"He has already entered the realm of manifesting sainthood in the mortal world; Your Highness is in danger!"

"At the invitation of the Undying Lord, he sought out His Highness and immediately sealed off the spatial passage leading to the Undying City."

The clamor resounded throughout Mingcheng; this remote town of the Dayin Empire had never been so lively.

While those powerful figures were frantically searching for traces of the magician Moken, in Moken's magic space, he and Yin Qianyu were looking at the figure with his back to him with puzzled eyes.

The figure was dressed in a strange dark purple armor, with a terrifying aura, like that of an abyss, constantly lingering around it.

With his hands behind his back, facing away from the magician Mo Ken and Yin Qianyu, his slender figure exuded an indescribable sense of loneliness.

Mo Ken carefully considered his tone and asked with a hint of doubt:

"Sir, how did you get in?"

Luo Tian, ​​who had his back to the two people and dared not turn his head, twitched his lips slightly and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

Chapter Thirteen: The Immortal Lord? How Many Masters Did He Have?

Although Luo Tian wasn't particularly fast, he still managed to figure out the whole story after arriving at the scene.

Yin Qianyu refers to herself as her husband, and in order to avenge herself, she is willing to expose her identity and attack Ke Wen.

Considering that they had only lived together for four months without any real contact, Yin Qianyu's attitude was already quite precious, which made Luo Tian feel a little smug.

After all, who wouldn't like a beautiful wife with fair skin, long legs, and a strong protective instinct towards her husband?

In fact, Luo Tian was ready to withdraw when things had developed to this point.

At this stage, his relationship with Yin Qianyu is rather awkward. They don't seem like husband and wife, but they haven't officially declared that they're dating.

Moreover, both of them had their own agendas and concealed a lot of information from each other, so meeting under such circumstances could easily cause unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, Luo Tian's thought was to wait for the right opportunity to have another frank talk with Yin Qianyu.

To Luo Tian's utter surprise, just as he was about to make his escape, a guy who called himself Magician Moken suddenly appeared.

This magician, Moken, not only saved Ke Zhen with a wave of his hand, but also trapped Yin Qianyu in a strange space.

Luo Tian could clearly feel that the moment Mo Ken said, "Unrelated personnel, leave!" it was as if the power of the rules completely excluded other external forces from the magic space.

Luo Tian had also sensed the repulsive force, but before he could even use Soul Absorption Strike, the force was defeated by the passive effect of Soul Devouring, forcibly forcing Luo Tian into the magic space.

Realizing he might be exposed to Yin Qianyu's gaze, Luo Tian immediately ripped off the dark purple scales from the knight's body and stuck them to his own, then wrapped the knight's body around his arms, turning them into shoulder armor.

After putting together a rather strange-looking suit of armor to cover his clothes, Moken noticed Luo Tian, ​​who had unexpectedly entered the magic space, which led to his earlier question.

Wearing strange dark purple armor and with his hands behind his back, Luo Tian, ​​who had been exuding an air of superiority, looked completely embarrassed.

He could clearly feel Yin Qianyu's scrutinizing and questioning gaze, which made him even more determined that he absolutely could not reveal his true identity here.

This wasn't just because of his awkward relationship with Yin Qianyu, but more so because of his distrust of the forces behind Yin Qianyu. After all, high offense and low defense isn't just a figure of speech; if Yin Qianyu's forces pulled some tricks and betrayed him, he might not be able to withstand it. He'd already destroyed the fountain, and there would be nowhere to revive.

At this moment, the spirits of King, the bandit king Sig, and other movie stars possessed Luo Tian, ​​who slowly spoke in a tone full of vicissitudes:

"Though the world is vast, is there any place I cannot go?"

A captivating aura began to emanate from within.

The Soul Devouring Technique was activated, and the souls of the countless soldiers that Luo Tian had harvested began to become increasingly agitated and restless.

In a daze, Yin Qianyu and Mo Ken seemed to see a space-time of endless reincarnation.

Under the cycle of time, endless cycles of life and death and battles fill the entire world, and all the rules serve this eternal blood war.

In that ravaged world, there was only a lonely figure, like a demon god.

"Life and death are an endless cycle. We are born, they die!"

The majestic voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, eventually transforming into a supreme deity holding a scepter and scales, weighing everything in the world.

With a wave of the scepter, the entire world of Eternal Blood War shattered instantly beneath its power.

His consciousness snapped out of the horrifying scene, and the magician, Moken, looked at Luo Tian with undisguised shock in his eyes.

A single, brief sentence was enough to drag him into that illusion, to witness a figure that seemed like a god and the demise of a world.

Such methods were far beyond his comprehension.

Even though he was a magician in the Death Whisper Circus, and considered himself to be among the strongest in the Great Yin Empire in terms of his ability to manipulate illusions, he was still so insignificant in the face of such power.

A look of respect gradually appeared on the magician's face as he addressed Luo Tian:

“Nameless strongman, I have no intention of offending you!”

I apologize for my previous offense and ask for your forgiveness.

Luo Tian remained standing in place, showing no intention of speaking.

Meanwhile, Yin Qianyu, standing to the side, watched Luo Tian's retreating figure, a strange light flickering in her beautiful eyes, her thoughts unknown.

Having received no reply from Luo Tian, ​​the magician Mo Ken couldn't help but glance at Yin Qianyu, who remained seated on the throne with an air of calm and composure, seemingly in complete control of everything. He began to wonder if this mysterious powerhouse was connected to her.

But now that the die is cast, the magician Moken has no choice but to act, even if this mysterious expert is indeed related to Yin Qianyu.

Furthermore, although this mysterious and powerful figure seems unfathomable, the Death Whisper Circus behind him is not just a name without substance.

Furthermore, with the support of the Undying Lord for this operation, Moken has no need to be too afraid of him.

With this thought in mind, Mo Ken spoke in a deep voice:

"If you have nothing else to say, I shall take my leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire magic space began to distort. The magician, Mo Ken, tried to forcibly separate the entire magic space and take Yin Qianyu away.

"You can leave."

"But she must stay!"

That ancient and weathered voice resounded, stirring ripples in this enclosed space.

An overwhelming spiritual will pressed down, directly severing the magician Moken's control over the entire magic space.

The spatial teleportation was forcibly suppressed and interrupted. The magician Moken's face turned pale, and his soul trembled while the blood and qi in his body surged continuously.

Despite knowing that the mysterious expert before him was far stronger than himself, the magician Moken was still filled with rage at being tricked like this.

With a snap of his fingers, a magic wand appeared in Moken's hand.

With a gentle wave of the magic wand, streaks of light, accompanied by a spatial distortion, completely tore apart the entire magic space.

With his black cloak billowing behind him, Mo Ken concealed himself within the magic space, attempting to tear it apart with his own hands in an effort to escape with Yin Qianyu.

Luo Tian, ​​who was standing in place, had his right hand, which had been behind his back, fall naturally to his side, and a faint radiance appeared on his right hand.

Soul-Sucking Strike - Power Accumulation!

The terrifying power that had been held back was already causing the entire magic space to twist wildly before it was even released, and the magic space that had lost control directly expelled Moken.

With his black magic cloak torn apart and having lost control of the magic space, Moken no longer wore the mocking and eerie smile that had been on his face.

"Does Your Excellency truly intend to become an enemy of the Death Whisper Circus?"

"The task we've accepted comes from the Immortal Lord. You should consider whether you're capable of withstanding his wrath."

Murken's words were full of blatant threats.

Then, that ancient and weathered tone resounded once again in the space.

"The Immortal Lord? How many masters does he have?"

Chapter Fourteen: My name is Nasus!

Mo Ken naturally didn't understand the joke in Luo Tian's words, but the sarcasm in his words was enough for him to guess what Luo Tian meant.

Knowing his threats had failed, Moken gave a cold laugh and said in a deep voice:

“Very well, I will certainly pass on your words to the Immortal Lord.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ken gritted his teeth and abandoned the entire magic space, his figure rapidly merging into the space and disappearing from sight.

Only Yin Qianyu and Luo Tian remained in the entire magic space.

Yin Qianyu stared at Luo Tian and finally slowly stood up from the throne.

With her right hand lightly touching her chest, Yin Qianyu bowed gracefully to Luo Tian, ​​her long, silvery-white hair cascading down like a waterfall as she moved.

"Thank you for your help."

Luo Tian waved his hand casually and said in a calm tone:

"It's just fulfilling someone's request; there's no need to thank me."

Besides, this matter isn't over yet!

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Tian slowly raised his right fist, which he had been holding back for a long time.

Luo Tian did not throw a punch in the direction the magician fled, because for a punch that acts purely on space, direction is completely meaningless.

Like raising his hand to knock on a door, he slowly and gently extended his right hand towards the empty space in front of him, his fist making quiet contact with the space.