52: Chapter 52 The Emperor's Arrival - 4

As the lingering dust and smoke gradually cleared, Qin Xiaogan watched the two of them quietly, a playful expression on his face.

It was only then that Ma Guanhua suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

He looked intently in the direction of Qin Xiaogan, and his pupils suddenly constricted violently.

Immediately after, an extremely blinding purple light suddenly erupted from his fat body.

"Flash Evasion."

"Swish!"

A sharp and urgent sound of air being torn apart suddenly rang through the sky.

Ma Guanhua's figure instantly transformed into a dazzling purple light, speeding toward outside the city like a bolt of lightning.

A group of refugees stood there, bewildered, some distance away from the city walls.

They had originally looked numb, but when they saw the purple light rapidly approaching them, their mouths opened involuntarily.

Immediately following that, a series of surprised exclamations broke out.

"What is that? It rushed out from the direction of Yang City."

"Is Yang City going to use us as reagents again?"

"The people of Yang City are truly worse than pigs and dogs!"

If Ma Guanhua knew what the refugees below were thinking, he would probably join them in cursing.

Yes! They were indeed worse than pigs and dogs.

There wasn't a single good person in Yang City.

Especially Qin Xiaogan of Yang City; he was simply outrageous.

Wrapped in the purple light, Ma Guanhua's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat before he even realized it.

Damn it, this Qin Xiaogan is definitely not human.

At such a young age, his strength is already this terrifying.

Did you awaken while still in your mother's womb?

Well, you really are a genius, dammit.

Ma Guanhua was a cautious person; otherwise, he wouldn't have lived this long.

Encountering someone like Qin Xiaogan who played the pig to eat the tiger, Ma Guanhua truly admitted defeat.

Does anyone really play the pig to eat the tiger these days?

Who the hell would watch that!?

Grass (a plant), just unsubscribed.

While speeding forward, Ma Guanhua was frantically cursing Qin Xiaogan in his heart.

Silently and unnoticed, Ma Guanhua had already flown hundreds of miles away from Yang City.

Meanwhile, Qin Xiaogan, who was still standing on the city wall, quietly watched the purple dot of light on the horizon.

Then, a cold sneer slowly spread across his face.

The Marquis of Champions stood to the side, silently observing the expression on Qin Xiaogan's face.

He muttered to himself, "He isn't actually going to let this fat pig get away, is he?"

The Marquis of Champions hesitated for a moment before speaking up: "Emperor Qin, this fat pig is very insidious; he helps the imperial family do evil things every day."

"In my opinion, we should just let him say hello to God."

Qin Xiaogan said indifferently: "Shut up."

The Marquis of Champions quickly apologized with a smile: "Yes, understood."

Beside them, Wu Yishui gritted her teeth, an anxious expression appearing on her exquisite face.

After a moment of hesitation, she parted her red lips.

"Emperor Qin, Ma Guanhua commits all sorts of evil and is utterly devoid of conscience. Back then, during the Imperial Overthrow, Ma Guanhua killed thousands of the Qin Family!"

Speaking up to this point, Wu Yishui bit her lip and pleaded: "I beg Emperor Qin to grant him death."

Qin Xiaogan did not acknowledge their requests.

He simply closed his eyes slightly and said softly: "It's here."

Immediately, the Marquis of Champions and Wu Yishui exchanged a look.

Both read confusion in the other's eyes.

Meanwhile, Ma Guanhua nervously looked back over his shoulder, and after confirming that Qin Xiaogan really wasn't chasing him, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hmph, it seems Emperor-level powerhouses are nothing special."

He knew in his heart that being able to escape safely from the hands of an Emperor-level powerhouse was a feat that, in the entire Great Zhou, probably only he, Ma Guanhua, could achieve.

Thinking of this, Ma Guanhua's heart gradually swelled with pride, and a look of arrogance unconsciously appeared on his face.

Just when Ma Guanhua was still feeling self-satisfied, unexpectedly, a massive black mist suddenly appeared directly in front of him, covering the sky and earth.

The black mist was as thick as ink and bottomless, and even the sunlight was mercilessly swallowed by it.

Ma Guanhua's face twitched violently, as if struck by some invisible force.

His lips trembled: "Big Face..."

Then, the overwhelming black mist began to flow slowly, and then bit by bit, it condensed into an incomparably huge face.

The face displayed an expression of heart-wrenching pain, as if all the suffering in the world was concentrated there.

One glance was enough to make a person feel that pain and torture deep into their bones.

Seeing this, Ma Guanhua's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly bit his finger hard, using the sharp pain to keep himself awake.

Immediately after, his hands moved rapidly to form seals, his movements fluid and smooth.

"Thunderous Tritium."

In that instant, a large string of dazzling purple lightning, like a violent dragon, rushed toward the Big Face with lightning speed.

Afterward, without a moment's delay, Ma Guanhua hurriedly fled backward in a panic.

It would take three Marquis-level powerhouses to barely hold their own against it.

He alone wasn't enough to be killed by it.

Just as Ma Guanhua had fled several dozen miles away, he felt his whole body go weak, as if he had just finished fighting with a little lover.

"Oh no! I've been hit."

Ma Guanhua looked miserable, his eyes full of panic as he watched the black mist continuously emerging from his body.

This black mist was incredibly eerie, as if it had a life of its own, crazily gnawing at the energy within Ma Guanhua's body.

In the distance, the Big Face that had just been struck by the string of purple lightning was completely unscathed.

It appeared so calm and unhurried, even drifting toward Ma Guanhua at a leisurely pace.

Ma Guanhua, at this moment, endured the extreme discomfort and weakness of his body, doing his utmost to support himself as he stumbled desperately toward Yang City.

There were hundreds of thousands of refugees outside Yang City; if only he could reach them.

Thinking of this, a look of gloom like thick clouds flashed in Ma Guanhua's eyes.

I can survive!

Ma Guanhua gritted his teeth, frantically squeezing out the last bit of energy in his body, flying at full speed toward Yang City.

Not long after, the outline of Yang City appeared in his field of vision.

Immediately after, when he saw the dense, swarming mass of refugees outside the city, a look of uncontrollable ecstasy instantly appeared on Ma Guanhua's face.

But before Ma Guanhua could catch his breath, a voice that sounded like it came from hell suddenly rang in his ears.

"Teacher Ma, in such a rush."

"Are you back to deliver your own death?"