Shrouding the Sky: The System Arrived Thirty Years Early

At the five-colored altar, the wind howled like ghosts and gods, and the sand and stones hit the light shield with thunderous roars.

Liu Yunzhi and the others' expressions changed constantly, becoming extremely ugly.

Having spent four years in university, they naturally knew that Ye Fan and Pang Bo were both beasts, possessing astonishing brute strength. They had only dared to scheme against these two because of the Buddhist artifact.

Without the blessing of Buddhist artifacts, even if they were all tied together, they wouldn't be a match for Pang Bo and Ye Fan. The other side could easily lift a person weighing over 100 pounds with a single scoop; the difference in strength was simply too great.

"We were classmates, don't you really care about any of our friendship? At this class reunion, some are dead, some are injured, and now only a little over half of those who were there are still alive. Do you want a few more to die before you're satisfied?" Liu Yunzhi used his eloquence to bring up the deceased classmates.

These words moved everyone present.

Yes, we were classmates for four years, spending every day together. At one time, we were very close. Now that we are separated by death, it is inevitable to feel sad.

At times like these, there should be no more pointless disputes.

Zhou Yi, Wang Ziwen, and other originally neutral people stepped forward to persuade Ye Fan to spare the man this time.

Pang Bo trembled with rage, pointing at Liu Yunzhi and the others, and said angrily, "They were the ones who started the trouble first, trying to kill Ye Fan and steal the lamp. Now that they've been exposed, you're telling the victim to be magnanimous. If he doesn't agree, Ye Fan is treated like the villain. What kind of logic is this?"

Neutral people were speechless upon hearing this, their words of advice stuck in their throats.

It is indeed a bit much to expect the victim to be magnanimous.

The scene fell silent for a moment, the sound of the violent wind outside the light barrier creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Luo Qianqiu sneered inwardly, observing the standoff between the parties without intending to intervene. Most of those present were his classmates of four years, and as an outsider, it was not appropriate for him to get too involved.

But at that moment, his powerful senses were triggered, and a sense of dread descended, causing him to instinctively look toward the source of the danger.

"Snap!"

A cracking sound rang out, a small hole appeared in the light shield, and a dark light streaked across the sky like lightning, too fast for the naked eye to catch.

The next moment, blood blossomed, and a bloody hole appeared in the head of the person who attacked Ye Fan, with white brain matter splattering out.

He died; he was killed by the little crocodile that broke into the light barrier.

Luo Qianqiu gripped the Vajra pestle tightly and entered 'overclocking' mode. Time seemed to slow down, and his adrenaline surged instantly.

"boom!"

A burst of intense lightning erupted, crackling incessantly, the bolts of lightning dancing wildly like electric snakes.

Luo Qianqiu strode forward, and the sharp horn of his vajra pierced out like a celestial sword, precisely striking the small divine crocodile that was moving at top speed, piercing it through.

"Bang!"

However, the ten-centimeter-long crocodile fell to the ground with a dull thud, causing everyone to involuntarily step back.

This is the thing that took the lives of many students, leaving them to rest forever on this reddish-brown earth.

At the same time, everyone was also shocked by Luo Qianqiu's observation skills. They couldn't even see the shadow of the little crocodile, but he was able to accurately pierce its body.

What terrifying insight and control of timing!

Luo Qianqiu put away the vajra, shook off the bloodstains, and then looked at Ye Fan meaningfully.

During the standoff, Ye Fan flung the man four or five meters away, and he landed very close to the edge of the light shield.

If the little crocodile can break through the light shield's defense, then that person will naturally become the primary target.

If Ye Fan intended to do this, Luo Qianqiu wouldn't be surprised at all; he was absolutely capable of it.

Despite his handsome and quiet appearance, Ye Fan is actually ruthless and cruel. In the original story, he has killed countless people.

In terms of ruthlessness, no one present could rival him.

With that person's death, the dispute ended, and Ye Fan and Pang Bo did not want to escalate the matter.

The current situation is indeed not suitable for infighting.

"What the hell is this thing? It looks like a crocodile, but it has no legs. I was in such a hurry that I mistook it for something else."

Pang Bo clicked his tongue and looked curiously at the little crocodile's corpse.

It was a strange creature that resembled a crocodile, but had a bare belly and no feet.

It was only about ten centimeters long and as thick as a thumb, covered in black scales, dark and menacing, like a monster from the underworld.

On the little crocodile's head, there was a bloody hole the size of a fingernail, which was pierced by Luo Qianqiu with his vajra.

"I must say, Brother Luo, your eye for talent is truly amazing," Pang Bo couldn't help but give a thumbs up in praise.

Faced with this monster, he swung the signboard around and smashed it wildly. If he was lucky, he would smash it into a bloody pulp, but he couldn't achieve such a precise strike.

Because it requires extremely high insight and physical control; the hands and eyes must work in perfect coordination, and neither can be lacking.

Many people can't even chop wood with an axe, let alone deal with a creature as fast as a ghost like the Little Divine Crocodile.

Lin Jia's phoenix eyes gleamed with admiration for Luo Qianqiu. This man, in every aspect, would not disappoint.

"Snap!"

Before people could relax, the familiar shattering sound rang out again, and several more small divine crocodiles broke through the light barrier and crawled inside.

These ghostly creatures looked almost identical, and at that moment they were staring at the crowd with chilling, demonic eyes.

The venomous aura emanating from them sent chills down everyone's spines.

"Quickly, those without Buddhist artifacts, spread out and move closer to those who do. As long as the Five-Colored Altar absorbs enough energy, we can leave this place." Zhou Yi gave the order loudly, but his eyes were fixed on the little divine crocodile, as if afraid that it would suddenly disappear.

"Sizzle!"

Streams of lightning, intense and powerful, enveloped Luo Qianqiu's body, making him appear as if he were wearing a thunderous battle armor, his entire being exuding divine might.

Beside him, the broken conch shell in Lin Jia's hand also shone brightly, and bursts of Buddhist chants spread out, with golden light filling the sky, as if a Buddha was preaching to all beings.

Everyone was on high alert, as the sound of the light shield breaking became more and more frequent, and the little crocodiles kept pouring in.

At this moment, Luo Qianqiu's mind was almost taut to the extreme, but he was not flustered at all.

A strong will not only gives full control to the physical body, but also greatly elevates the mind.

Or to be more precise, the enhancement of willpower has a far greater effect on the inner side than on the physical side.

However, Luo Qianqiu has not yet embarked on the path of cultivation, so he doesn't have much insight into this aspect.

But at this moment, the benefits have already become apparent. To face a creature in the midst of cultivation with a mortal body, to remain calm and undaunted in battle, is already a remarkable quality.

"Sizzle!"

Lightning flashed, and Luo Qianqiu moved. His movements were fluid and agile, each strike a perfect combination of power, speed, and angle.

Everyone else relied on the power of Buddhist artifacts to block and kill the little divine crocodile; weapons were the main element.

However, Luo Qianqiu took the initiative and acted more like the master of the Vajra Pestle, making the difference obvious.

Every time he swung his vajra, he reaped a small divine crocodile, turning into a killing machine.

"Pfft," "Pfft"...

The sounds of flesh being torn apart continued, and one after another, the small divine crocodiles fell to the ground, landing at Luo Qianqiu's feet. At a rough glance, there were already about fifty of them.

Such efficiency was astonishing; even Ye Fan was stunned for a moment.

So fierce!

Every time Luo Qianqiu made a move, he gave people a feeling of ease, confidence, and composure, as if everything was under his control.

The human body is an infinite treasure trove. Even ordinary people who have not embarked on cultivation actually possess great potential, but they are unable to utilize it.

A poisoned child, enduring excruciating pain that even adults couldn't bear, went out to seek help to save his mother; when a fire broke out, a man with broken bones, without any protective gear, dragged himself up to the nineteenth floor to rescue his mother trapped in the flames...

Such examples are rare, but they do exist; they are manifestations of potential being unleashed by a powerful will.