Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 235 Watch closely, this sword strike is going to be awesome!

A figure in white robes, flowing gracefully, stood in mid-air, his face as handsome as jade, like a god-king in person. Especially his pure golden eyes, just one glance was as if one were seeing the supreme ruler, making one want to prostrate oneself in worship.

"Holy crap, an immortal?!"

"They're speaking Chinese, could they really be immortals from China!?"

"I've seen anti-ghost dramas where Lei Zhenzi appears during the fight against the Japanese. I used to think the screenwriters were just being far-fetched, but I never imagined it was actually true!"

"Could this be a figment of our imagination before we die? Where would immortals come from in this survival world?!"

"..."

Gazing at the figure in the sky that resembled a banished immortal, Zhao Xiaoer and the others were stunned, each with a different expression.

"What a load of nonsense, that Lang Ge!"

Qin Ming, being a friend of Mo Lang, had naturally seen Mo Lang's profile picture and excitedly exclaimed.

At first, he didn't know why Mo Lang was wearing ancient clothes and could fly, but the cool factor was really off the charts!
too handsome!
"Brother Lang, is that Brother Lang from District 55? But how can he fly?" Zhao Xiaoer asked, his face full of surprise.

“That’s right, and how did they get into our district?” A young man named Hua Xiaolong was also stunned.

"Oh my god, is this Brother Lang? Brother Lang, kill me!" Zhao Daben, dressed in a JK uniform and looking as beautiful as Ru Hua, jumped around like a lovesick fool.

"If you make another damn commotion, I'll kill you!" Qin Ming's lips twitched, and he glared at Zhao Daben, truly unable to bear the sight.

He then looked up at Mo Lang in the sky, his face full of doubt: "How would I know? I'm not Baidu. Just like how we inexplicably traveled to this world, who can explain it clearly?"

"Thank goodness you're all alright..."

Mo Lang landed, feeling a sense of relief.

"Brother Lang!"

Upon seeing Mo Lang, Qin Ming immediately and excitedly grasped the latter's hand, then said to his brothers behind him, "Call him Brother Lang!"

"Brother Lang!"

The crowd cheered excitedly.

Everyone stared at Mo Lang with great curiosity, because the legends about Mo Lang had already spread throughout the entire district.

Especially since the other side broke various records, which was announced throughout the entire region.

They remembered the name then.

Fortunately, they are Chinese players.

"Okay, leave it to me next."

Looking at this group of Chinese players, Mo Lang felt quite gratified; at least they weren't ungrateful bastards.

It wasn't for nothing that I worried about them so much.

Otherwise, she would definitely be called a saint by some selfish people.

Why would someone run around giving all sorts of things to forces that offer no help to them? What else could they be but a saint?
To this, Mo Lang could only say one thing: You beast.

If everyone had thought that way back then, would there still be a new China?

When the greater good is at stake, everyone becomes selfish and self-serving; they might as well all become traitors and lackeys!

What disgusts him most about people's thinking nowadays is that being affectionate is seen as being a sycophant, and being righteous is seen as being a stupid dog. He sees a bunch of selfish and arrogant good-for-nothings who are led astray by gossip.

Without the countless sacrifices and bloodshed of our ancestors, how could we have the peaceful and prosperous world we enjoy today?

He was just doing what he could. If this is to be called a saint, then it is a tragedy of our times.

It wasn't his fault.

To reiterate, if they were a group of selfish and self-serving individuals, even if they were Chinese, Mo Lang would not save them, because saving such people would only bring harm.

Not a single player in District 26 backed down, nor did a single player utter a single complaint. They all came out to help. Should I just stand by and watch them die?

Just like my brothers in District 55, who gathered overnight and followed me to District 6, what's wrong with me giving them some loot and orbs?
There are even people who call others "saints" or "clowns." Do these people have Japanese blood flowing in their veins?

"Brother Lang, where are your chess pieces?"

Zhao Xiaoer looked curiously behind Mo Lang and at the base gate, only to find that Mo Lang was alone, which made him even more curious.

"Yeah, Brother Lang, we wanted to see a four-star Tahm Kench, but we didn't see your piece." Zhao Daben tried to join in, but Qin Ming kicked him back.

The other brothers in District 26 understood and pinned Zhao Daben to the ground.

Family scandals should not be made public.

Let's explain later.

"My chess pieces aren't as strong as mine, so I didn't bring them along."

"Not even as strong as you, Brother Lang? What does that mean?" Qin Ming and the others were all dumbfounded.

I'll explain that later.

Mo Lang didn't explain further, but instead looked at Lelouch.

When Lelouch saw Mo Lang flying over, he thought that a cultivator from a Chinese novel had actually appeared.

Upon discovering that Mo Lang was no different from an ordinary person, and that there were no chess pieces behind him, he immediately realized that the other party must have used some kind of flying scroll to scare him.

After all, this is a survival world, not a cultivation world in China, so where would immortals come from?

"You're Mo Lang?"

When Lelouch saw Mo Lang looking at him, a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.

The other party led a group to slaughter the entire 6th district in one night, leaving an indelible mark on the minds of many players from other countries.

Even people from many other countries have called Mo Lang a butcher.

"Here comes the sword!"

Mo Lang ignored the other party, instead raising his right hand and letting out a soft shout. A sharp whooshing sound pierced the sky, and golden and red light appeared, so dazzling and eerie in the darkness. Then, Mo Lang firmly grasped it in his hand.

As soon as Mo Lang entered these two regions, he immediately sensed a strong fighting atmosphere and rushed over there himself, while the Sun Demon Sword went to support other Chinese players.

After sensing that the Sun Demon Sword had directly killed other players from the Sakura Kingdom, Mo Lang summoned them back.

And he even imitated a line from one of his favorite authors' novels, putting on a little bit of a show-off.

"Holy crap, if the heavens hadn't created Mo Lang, the path of handsomeness would have remained forever shrouded in darkness!"

Zhao Xiaoer was clearly a fan of the manager, and immediately flattered him, saying, "He really is handsome."

"Damn, he's so handsome! No wonder the Sword Immortal is so popular!" Many people also showed expressions of envy.

"Brother Lang, kill me... Waaaaah..."

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was off guard, Zhao Daben immediately stood up and shouted loudly, but before he could finish speaking, he was pushed back to the ground.

"How can this be!?"

Mo Lang's series of actions completely shattered Lelouch's worldview.

Isn't this a survival world?

How did it turn into a world of cultivation?

"Watch closely, this sword strike is going to be really cool!"

Mo Lang ignored Lelouch, flicked his wrist, and thrust out his sword.

In an instant, the sword light shone as brightly as the rising sun, as if a god or demon had descended. Two different powers intertwined and merged, and the world fell silent, with only the sword light sweeping past.

(End of this chapter)