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In Tianlu, on the top of Tianzhu Mountain, beside the boundless Tianhu Lake, thirty thousand women in colorful clothes held shining swords in their hands, wore half-body armor that glowed with purple light on their upper bodies, and held heavy tower shields in their left hands. They were like mighty warriors, roaring loudly and dancing a mighty and high-spirited war dance.

A group of young girls in their twenties, each with delicate skin and flesh as slender as willow branches, wearing gorgeous colorful clothes and feathered robes, they are clearly like fairies.

In their right hands they wielded long swords that were several times heavier than themselves, and in their left hands they held heavy tower shields that were a head taller than them. They wore heavy armor that could withstand the impact of heavy siege hammers, and on their feet they wore embroidered shoes with dragon and phoenix patterns. They roared towards the sky like mad baboons.

They brandished their swords like thugs on the streets ready to fight to the death. They stamped their feet, twisted their waists, and shook their shoulders, making their swords and heavy shields make a humming sound.

From time to time, they would coordinate with the loud and majestic gong and drum sounds coming from afar, with swords colliding with each other and shields hitting each other, constantly making harsh and unusual noises.

These are not thirty thousand beautiful girls, they are clearly thirty thousand crazy and mad women!

Beside the grassland where they were dancing wildly, 120,000 drums stood in an orderly row. 120,000 girls wearing tight leather armor and exposing their white arms were gritting their teeth and beating the drums hysterically.

A few months ago, when Zi Xiaosheng performed the gong and drum for the first time, these drummer girls were all delicate and tender, with arms as delicate as water scallions. Their arms were probably only as thick as three fingers of an ordinary man. [△网.]

After a few months, the arms of these originally fresh and lovely girls had become as thick as the thighs of ordinary men. The muscles on their sturdy arms bulged high, and even their pretty little faces had striated muscles formed from gritting their teeth and beating the drums for a long time!

If Chu Tian were here, he would exclaim - 'What a group of powerful and strong female warriors!'

On a high platform, Zi Xiaosheng, dressed in military uniform, sat steadily on a tiger-head chair. A large tiger skin was spread on the wide chair, and the tiger head, which was a full 10 feet in diameter, was just under Zi Xiaosheng's feet.

This was also a bad habit taught by Chu Tian. Chu Tian told Zi Xiaosheng that the leader of the heroes in the martial arts world would sit on a tiger chair paved with tiger skins. So Zi Xiaosheng followed suit and acted like a mountain king.

A dozen young girls with delicate auras stood there in a daze, their eyes wide open, staring at the 30,000 girls dancing wildly below as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight!

He roared loudly, stamped his feet loudly, swung his sword and shield loudly, sweated profusely, and his clothes were soaked!

Although she is a delicate girl, she exudes a fierce murderous aura.

A dozen young girls looked at the dancing girls with stiff faces, and were speechless for a long time.

"Sisters, is my 'Nichang Pozhenqu' majestic? Is it worth seeing?" Zi Xiaosheng imitated what Chu Tian had told him about the 'boldness' peculiar to those 'heroes in troubled times'. He laughed 'haha' and looked up and down at these girls of noble birth and spoiled since childhood with a fierce look.

"Ah, ah? So majestic!" A girl who looked only twelve or thirteen years old smiled tremblingly and said to Zi Xiaosheng in a flattering way: "Sister Zi..."

"Call me Young Master Zi!" Zi Xiaosheng looked at the girl seriously, "Or Brother Zi? No, Brother Zi is fine, you can't use that title. Just call me Young Master Zi, do you have any objections?"

A dozen girls all shut their mouths.

You, Zi Xiaosheng, dare to play like this, but they don’t dare?

Zi Xiaosheng dared to call himself Young Master Zi, but if they really called him that, once those old monsters heard it, they would definitely be skinned alive.

The girls lowered their heads tremblingly, not daring to respond to Zi Xiaosheng's words.

Zi Xiaosheng shook his head and looked at the girls with disdain: "Hey, each of you is just like quails. No wonder you have no other use except for marriage. You are just a group of tools for reproduction."

Standing up suddenly, Zi Xiaosheng looked at the dancing girls and said word by word: "I am different from you. Hua Mulan, Mu Guiying, what they can do, why can't I do it?"

"Compared to me, whether it's Hua Mulan or Mu Guiying, how can they have my omnipotent means?"

"Extraordinary people should do extraordinary things. Haha, I should... hm?"

A faint purple glow flashed across Zi Xiaosheng's brows, and an inexplicable palpitation suddenly surged into his heart. He frowned suddenly, looked up at the sky, and his two eyes, which were like rippling water, suddenly turned pure purple.

There was a divine light in Ziyouyou's eyes, and the sky had completely changed in Zi Xiaosheng's vision.

The sky and the earth disappeared, leaving only a boiling, surging, boundless, endless river of light surging wildly. This long river released boundless light, and at every moment countless figures appeared and disappeared in the long river.

Sacred, ancient, vicissitudes, and distant!

Words cannot describe the greatness of this river. It embraces everything, dominates everything, accommodates everything, and can also destroy everything.

The fate of all things is rolling and boiling in this long river, the life and death of all things are determined early in this long river, and the trajectories of extinction of all species in the world are engraved in the depths of this river.

This is the past, this is the present, this is the future, this is everything, this is destiny!

Once you are in this long river, you have no control over yourself and everything is dominated by this river.

If you can transcend this long river, you can control your own destiny and you will be the legendary god!

A terrifying aura continuously gushed out from the long river. If ordinary people saw this long river, the terrifying Tao rhyme contained in the river would directly scatter their souls, crush their true spirits, and completely scatter their souls.

Two rays of purple divine light that covered the entire sky and earth shone from Zi Xiaosheng's eyes. The two light beams slammed into the long river. Countless runes roared out from the river, turning into a tide of fate that destroyed everything, trying to crush Zi Xiaosheng's divine consciousness that had thrown itself into the long river.

Zi Xiaosheng snorted coldly. In his eyes, a corner of a red skirt flashed by and the gorgeous and beautiful face of the Fire Peacock suddenly appeared in the center of his pupils. After a full breath, it slowly dissipated.

“Haha, haha, hahaha!”

Zi Xiaosheng sneered with an ambiguous meaning.

"Humph, woman!"

Zi Xiaosheng clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking. He muttered to himself, "This is incredible. The demon girl from the Skyfire Cult has also set her sights on Brother Chu! Haha, this won't do. Brother Chu's story belongs to me alone!"

A purple wooden stick as thick as a fist appeared quietly. With a dozen or so "bang bang bang" sounds, a dozen girls standing blankly by were hit by the stick one by one. They rolled their eyes and fainted.

Zi Xiaosheng rolled up his sleeves, and 120,000 war drums, 120,000 drummer girls, and 30,000 wildly dancing young warriors were all caught up in his sleeves.

The void shook, and Zi Xiaosheng disappeared without a trace. Mobile users please visit m.read for a better reading experience.