A lightning strike transmigrated Zu An into another world. In that world, he was known as the tr*sh of Brightmoon City, but for some reason, he was married to the gorgeous and highly talented daugh...
A man with a menacing appearance next to him cracked his knuckles: "Heh heh, I've had my eye on this pretty boy for a long time."
As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out his hand towards Zu An. Although the two were far apart, his feet did not move an inch, but his hand seemed to extend and grow directly in front of Zu An.
Two fingers were aimed directly at Zuan's eyes. The black nails were exceptionally sharp, radiating a sinister luster and coldness. They looked as if they could pierce through even iron boulders, let alone the most delicate part of the human body: the eyeball.
A scream rang out, and a line of blood flew out.
However, the one bleeding and screaming was not Zuan, but the man named Pilu who made the move.
"My hand!" He clutched his hand in pain; it was no longer as long as before, but had returned to its original size.
No, his hand is bleeding profusely right now, and he's missing two fingers.
Everyone's eyes narrowed: "He's a master!"
Many of them hadn't even seen how the other party made the move, yet Pilu's finger was already severed.
"When did the human race have such a powerful figure?" The woman asked with a puzzled expression.
At this moment, Pilu's face turned ferocious: "Originally, I only wanted your two eyes, but since you dare to resist, don't blame me for taking your life."
He originally thought it was just a simple task to teach the princess a lesson, but he ended up losing face in front of his companions.
He felt he had lost face and unleashed his full fighting power.
As he spoke, his fingers grew back, and at the same time, two pairs of arms suddenly sprouted from his ribs, each holding a weapon and attacking the other.
Each weapon was aimed at the opponent's vital points.
However, the human remained motionless, standing still in the same spot.
Pilu was both shocked and furious. This guy was really arrogant. I'll poke a thousand holes in him.
Anger from Pilu: +444 +444 +444...
He assumed the other party looked down on him, so every strike was delivered with hatred.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Pilu: "???"
He wielded six sharp blades and attacked all of his vital points, but why did none of them touch his body? Instead, all the attacks were blocked several feet away from him, as if there was an invisible wall of air there.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the other party was enveloped in the phantom of a giant, pale golden bell.
"A defensive magic weapon? I love fighting this kind of defensive style where the opponent can't fight back." Pilu grinned, his figure flashing through the air, his attacks raining down on his opponent like a storm.
He knew that every defensive magic weapon had its weaknesses, and once he discovered where those weaknesses were, he could launch a counterattack.
And so, he leaped and bounded about, unleashing his most powerful techniques and a barrage of sharp attacks at his opponent.
The only response he received was the resounding chime of the bell.
At first he didn't take it seriously, but as time went on, a blood-red color began to appear on his ugly face.
He discovered that no matter how he attacked, he could not break through the opponent's defense.
This magical artifact of the opponent seems to have no weaknesses!
The tolling of the bells seemed to mock his incompetence.
At this point, his companions on the other side could no longer contain themselves and began to mock him, saying, "Piro, we told you to lecture others, and all you do is stand here and ring the bell?"
Pilu's face turned even redder, as if he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
He let out a loud roar, as if he were about to unleash some forbidden technique to enhance his combat power.
"Enough, Pilu, come back quickly. You are no match for him." At this moment, the beautiful woman spoke.
Pilu's breath hitched. Although somewhat unwilling, he dared not disobey her and reluctantly gave up the attack, returning to her side.
Throughout the process, his companions ridiculed his clown-like behavior of ringing the bell.
Pilu was both ashamed and angry: "If you're so capable, then you do it!"
"Fine, I'll go. Your attack just now was like tickling someone." Another burly man, who was clearly twice as big as him, snorted and was about to step forward when he was stopped by the beautiful woman.
"Yes, Princess." The burly man bowed, showing no impulsiveness.
Zu An's heart skipped a beat. Was this woman a princess?
I don't know what race the princess is from.
The beautiful woman looked at Zu An with a half-smile: "No wonder you dared to look me up and down so brazenly just now, it turns out you really have some skills."
Zuan dispersed the illusory image of the Pure Bell on his body: "I was quite abrupt just now. It was because you do look like a friend of mine that I was a bit rude. I hope you will forgive me."
The beautiful woman nodded slightly: "Someone with your level of cultivation wouldn't tell such a clumsy lie. Besides, you were only defending yourself the whole time and didn't attack. I'll believe you for now."
"Thank you, young lady." Zuan was very curious about the identities of these guys. From what she had overheard their conversation earlier, it seemed that they didn't get along well with the Witch Clan.
Just as he was pondering how to find out more information, the beautiful woman suddenly asked, "By the way, who is prettier, your friend or me?"
Zuan: "..."
Why do women always care about such trivial questions?
But he knew that if he didn't answer this question well, he could really lose his life.
So he replied, "Plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums each have their own strengths, but you, young lady, are three times more heroic than my friend."
"Oh, so you're saying your friend is three points more beautiful than me?" The beautiful woman's face turned cold, and she sneered.
Sensing her emotions, the six fierce-looking companions around her glared at Zu An, looking as if they would swarm him and tear him to pieces at the princess's command.
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