Legend of Zixia

Chapter 288 Showing a Leg

"The Fan family is serious this time! My buddy at the air traffic control station just sent back news that all three 'Great Dao-level' Saint-level main ships have taken off fully loaded, even their trump cards—mechs—have been loaded!" "Hey, I heard that native is only at the early Saint level, but the problem is he stole Fan Zhou's precious son, and even the divine ingredients for refining the strongest evolution fluid were intercepted..."

At this moment, the neon lights outside the tavern flickered on and off, while deep within this bustling Dao City, the forbidden land of the Brahma Clan—the Ancestral God's Hibernation Chamber—was engulfed in a silent massacre.

Within the forbidden corridor, technology and formations are seamlessly intertwined.

Hundreds of infrared detectors are densely packed on every inch of the alloy wall, and the spatial sensors are so sensitive that they can detect the movement of every single particle. Even a Saint-level expert's divine sense would instantly trigger the forbidden area's alert program.

With a gentle wave of her hand, Zixia traced ripples of purple-gold in the air with her fingertips. The Heaven-Deceiving Array Pattern instantly unfolded.

This is a secret technique that the Great Emperor Wushi developed specifically for investigating and evolving the technology of the Thunder Tribulation and the Eternal Starfield. The array patterns not only obscure the secrets of heaven on a spiritual level, but also project a perfect false hologram onto the monitoring host by distorting light waves on a physical level. It is truly a perfect match for its profession.

Inside the monitoring room, the guards yawned, watching the flat, unchanging corridor on the screen, their postures as still as statues. In reality, however, the physical space had completely shattered under the blanket of purple light.

It's time for me to stretch my muscles!

Pang Bo grinned maliciously, like a ferocious beast in human skin, rampaging through the Heaven-Deceiving Array Pattern Domain. Every step he took was as heavy as a thousand pounds, yet he controlled it perfectly, without stirring up even a speck of dust.

"Let's see who can kill faster and without making a sound." The Golden-Winged Roc King's long hair danced wildly, and although he did not summon the Great Wilderness Halberd in his hand, the Geng Metal Qi was already surging between his two fingers.

The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion stood to the side, his expression cold and stern, saying nothing more than a faint dragon's roar emanating from the longsword behind him, as smooth as autumn water. The Dragon Horse chuckled, its four hooves treading on the silent flames of the void, two plumes of white smoke billowing from its nostrils: "The wager is the next jar of divine wine; whoever loses treats!"

This "silent massacre" targeting the guards of the Brahma forbidden area erupted instantly in the darkness.

A mecha guard with the strength of a half-step Great Power is patrolling, holding a laser spear, his fingertip already touching the alarm button.

"Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor - Disenfranchise!"

Pang Bo's eyes suddenly shot out two eerie green beams of light. The moment the green light swept across, the guard's sea of ​​consciousness was like a candle flame destroyed by a hurricane, his primordial spirit directly shattered into nothingness, and his finger was frozen forever a millimeter away from the button.

Almost simultaneously, the Purple Mansion Saint Son's figure transformed into a hazy purple shadow, his long sword unsheathed, without any sword energy surging, only an arc of light that was smooth to the extreme.

"puff--"

It was a barely audible cutting sound. Three high-ranking guards, strong enough to be elders in the Beidou Holy Land, didn't even have time to see who it was before a line of blood appeared on their throats. The sword intent was restrained to the extreme, not even a drop of blood was spilled.

"Too slow!" the Golden-Winged Roc King sneered, his body transforming into golden light, so fast that it distorted space. His hands were like eagle claws, each swing accompanied by the silent closing of spatial rifts. The thick alloy armor became as brittle as paper at his fingertips, and the guards' necks were snapped in an instant, their screams choked in their broken throats.

The dragon horse is the most insidious. It appears silently behind a guard, its large hooves carrying the profound mystery of shrinking the distance to an inch.

"boom!"

A muffled thud was completely swallowed up by the array patterns. The dragon horse's hoof directly shattered the opponent's heart meridian and primordial spirit, yet the outer mecha remained intact, even allowing the guard to maintain his standing patrol posture without anyone noticing.

"The miscellaneous fish have been cleared away."

Pang Bo casually crumpled the two heavy mech guards into iron balls like balls of waste paper and tossed them against the wall. In just a few breaths, dozens of elite soldiers, each a force to be reckoned with in the Beidou region, perished under the slaughter of these Beidou bandits before they could even send out a distress signal. "Pang the Demon, you went a bit too far. I even heard the sound just now, and I almost got caught on camera." Longma snorted disdainfully, his hooves drawing a graceful arc in the air. "Look at my hoof strike! It not only shattered their primordial spirits but didn't even break the internal circuitry of the mech. That guy's still standing guard. That's art."

"Don't call me a monster!"

"That's called a transvestite?"

The Golden-Winged Roc King snorted coldly, his golden eyes flashing like lightning: "Fancy and flashy. When it comes to killing, speed is the only way to win."

The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion silently sheathed his sword, the Autumn Water Sword emitting a barely perceptible hum. Not even a speck of dust clung to his clothes, making him appear as cold and aloof as a god of death devoid of emotion.

"Alright, do we have to compete to kill a few small fry?" Ji Ziyue rolled her eyes cutely from the side. "Look at you guys, one is as rude as a demolition worker, one is as cunning as a donkey thief, and the other two always have an icy face. If Sister Zixia just lifts her skirt and shows a leg, these lust-obsessed guards would probably all kneel down and beg for mercy."

Upon hearing this, Zixia did not respond, but as they walked side by side, her slender hand reached out like a nimble snake and lifted Ji Ziyue's waist.

"Hey! Sister, what are you doing!"

Ji Ziyue gasped in surprise. Before she could react, Zixia had already lifted her light blue dress. With graceful and composed movements, Zixia deftly lifted Ji Ziyue's ivory-white leg, pointing it directly at the holographic surveillance camera at the end of the corridor.

hum-

With a slight twitch of her fingertips, Zixia deliberately tore open a tiny, almost invisible gap in the originally impenetrable Heaven-Deceiving Array.

In that instant, dozens of previously cold and lifeless metal screens in the forbidden area flickered violently at the same time.

The guards, who had been dozing off while staring at the complex wavelengths, were suddenly presented with a stunning visual spectacle: amidst the swirling purple aura, a slender, shapely leg of a young girl, radiating a faint glow, appeared out of nowhere, with a string of silver bells at her ankles seemingly swaying slightly, exuding an alluring and sinister charm.

"Is...is this a miracle?"

A guard's eyes widened, and the spirit tea in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," a warm liquid slowly flowing from his nostrils.

An eerie silence fell over the entire monitoring room. The so-called elite guards, their eyes unfocused, had a strange red glow in their pupils as they stared intently at the white figure on the screen, their breaths catching in their throats.

Forget about alarms; they even unconsciously frantically typed on their keyboards, not to blockade, but to "welcome" it.

Click! Click! Click!

The titanium gates that were originally required to undergo multiple genetic identification processes slid open automatically to both sides like silken ribbons, as if welcoming some supreme goddess, thanks to the almost instinctive fawning of the guards.

"Look, the door is open now."

Zixia released her hand, chuckled, and patted Ji Ziyue, whose face was flushed and who was busy adjusting her skirt. Her eyes were teasing: "Even Little Moon's face is more important than the charm of the Ji family's little princess."

Pang Bo and Longma watched in stunned silence. Longma rubbed his eyes hard and muttered under his breath, "Fairy, next time let me show off my dragon legs..."

(End of this chapter)