Perfect World: Starting from Becoming Sister Huang

Chapter 25 The Girl's Blushing

The hammer shattered the air with a sound like a thunderclap.

No, it's not exactly like that!

The purple-gold hammer was covered with dense runes and surrounded by dazzling lightning. The girl swung it up and smashed it down in an instant.

"boom--!!"

The lightning crackled, as if a lion-like beast was roaring and howling, its deafening roar deafening.

"Awooo~" The flying dragon with wings suddenly opened its eyes to their widest extent, terrified to the extreme, and let out a fearful roar.

Then, the sound abruptly stopped.

A purple-gold hammer, as if pressing down on the sky and earth, crashed down on its head with a thunderous roar.

The dragon's horns shattered instantly, blood mixed with brain matter splattering out. The entire dragon was blasted into the ground, and its scales lost their luster in an instant.

"What's going on?" Jiao Peng was a little slow to react and couldn't help but shout.

Shi Zhao did not stop, continuing to swing his hammer and smash the flying dragon's head.

Wherever the hammer struck, thunder roared, smashing the flying dragon's head open in a spectacular fashion.

It was a horrifying scene. The flying dragon was as thick as a water vat and tens of meters long. Its body was covered with scales and it had a pair of giant wings. It was majestic and powerful, but it was smashed to death by a delicate and slender girl who swung a giant hammer.

The visual impact was so strong that everyone was stunned.

Is this really a girl from a small mountain village? How could she be so fierce and terrifying, killing a powerful beast comparable to all the strong people present with just a few blows?

"How could this be?" Jiao Peng, the little genius of Luofu Great Swamp, was dumbfounded.

The middle-aged man behind him snapped out of his daze and shouted:

"Damn it, kill her, kill her!"

More than a dozen figures appeared in the mountains and forests, rushing over at lightning speed. Their palms glowed with runes, and beams of light shot into the sky, enveloping the village entrance. All of them attacked the girl together.

The other groups were all taken aback. On the surface, only a few people had come from Luofu Great Swamp, but in secret, a group of people had followed them, and they were well prepared.

However, Shi Zhao showed no sign of panic. He shook the sledgehammer in his hand, producing a series of booming sounds that distorted the air.

The girl swung her sledgehammer, smashing a master into the ground with a single blow, turning him into fragments.

The wind howled, the hammer was unstoppable, and lightning roared and surged, shaking the earth and cracking it open.

Everyone was stunned. This was just the beginning. One expert after another was being killed and left struggling to keep up.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Blood splattered and sounds echoed. Wherever the purple-gold hammer passed, corpses fell to the ground, some with their chests smashed through, others with head-on blows, and still others flying through the air and exploding.

The sunset painted the sky red, and blood-red flowers bloomed one after another.

The girl stood amidst the corpses, her radiant smile speaking volumes.

The scene was so "beautiful" that it was deeply etched into the minds of everyone present, making it unforgettable for them.

In fact, from the moment the flying dragon was smashed to death to the moment a group of experts from Luofu Marsh were killed, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

"Wow—!!" Jiao Peng belatedly screamed, terrified.

Several corpses fell on him, spraying blood all over his head and face. Terrified, he fell to the ground and scrambled to escape, crying and screaming.

The middle-aged man from Luofu Daze was pale, his face devoid of any color.

He broke out in a cold sweat, a profound sense of fear gripping his heart.

Is that right?!

What's going on in this village? And where did this girl come from?

People from other ethnic groups were also stunned and horrified.

Shi Linhu and the other villagers who came upon hearing the news were speechless, staring blankly at everything in disbelief.

That girl, who always had a smile on her face and was gentle and delicate, actually had this side to her, smashing the enemy with a large hammer. It felt unreal.

"Ahem, actually I'm very kind and don't condone violence at all..." Shi Zhao blushed and quickly dropped the sledgehammer, trying to salvage his image.

Everyone, both inside and outside the village, twitched at the corner of their mouths, except for little Shi Hao, who innocently exclaimed, "That's right, sister is the kindest and gentlest!"

"..."

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man from Luofu Marsh spoke first, asking with great resentment, "A prodigy like you could never have been raised in this remote mountain village. What is your background?"

"What do I have to do with you?" Shi Zhao stopped pretending and sneered, a dark gold longbow appearing in his hand at some point.

This bow is very special; it trembles gently as if it has a soul, autonomously absorbing the essence of the ten directions and emitting bursts of fierce aura.

"What an unparalleled treasure bow! This is a powerful weapon forged from the precious bones of the Golden-Winged Roc! How could a young girl use such a vicious weapon?"

The old man beside the twin girls gasped, recognizing the bow as belonging to the reclusive Yun Clan, from the Yuntian Palace.

Shi Zhao also heard this and couldn't help but purse his lips.

She didn't want this kind of weapon either; it didn't suit her personality.

However, the elders of the Wu King's Mansion said that this hidden treasure was the only suitable one, and they forced it on us. They figured we couldn't just refuse it now that it was being handed to us.

She held the bow in her right hand and pulled the bowstring with her left. A mysterious power surged from her palm, and a divine light shot out like seven stars in a row, transforming into an arrow that was about to be shot out.

"I'll give you ten breaths to disappear from my sight, or you're not leaving," she said, her voice clear and melodious, the bow and arrow in her hand gleaming brightly, becoming increasingly dazzling.

Upon hearing this, the group of experts from outside the area all shuddered.

"call out--!"

Suddenly, a golden light flashed, emitting a terrifying howl, like the cry of a roc, illuminating the heavens and the earth. With lightning speed, it pierced through the middle-aged man in the Luofu Great Swamp, piercing through one of his shoulders and causing half of his body to explode.

"Sorry, my hand slipped," Shi Zhao said casually.

The others felt a chill run down their spines and broke out in a cold sweat. Their status was so high; how could they possibly care about such a remote mountain village and its inhabitants?

But now, they are being threatened and humiliated by a young girl.

"Aren't you leaving yet? Don't blame me for not warning you." She drew her bow again, this time taking out a golden roc feather arrow. Before she even shot it, the cry of the golden-winged roc could be heard.

Although there were quite a few "experts" among them who had reached the Spirit Transformation Realm, they were really no good in her eyes. Their realms were too weak and full of empty promises.

Those people in the Blood Transformation Realm have tens of thousands of pounds of strength, and after struggling to open up four or five caves, they barely manage to reach the Spirit Transformation Realm after half a lifetime of hard work. The difference between them and those people is terrifyingly huge!

She has now opened up seven grotto-heavens, and if you add the nascent primordial spirit grotto-heavens, that makes eight grotto-heavens. She also possesses the treasure techniques of two pure-blooded celestial-rank ferocious beasts, as well as powerful treasures.

Unless these counterfeit spirits swarm in, they might pose some threat.

"Little girl... no, little celestial maiden, we're leaving now, we're leaving now!" The group of outsiders dared not linger in this eerie village any longer and hurriedly turned and left.

The sunset had long since faded, and the sky had darkened. In the distance, a charred old willow tree in Shicun village emitted a hazy glow, enveloping the entire village.

"We have tens of millions of people and vast tribal territories. How dare that little girl threaten us like this? Aren't you afraid of impending doom?" A little over a mile away from Stone Village, someone was indignant.

"We must inform the clan leader and have him come down from the mountain in person. I suspect that little girl got some great opportunity in the mountains by sheer luck. Those two powerful treasures and that sacrificial spirit are not to be missed!" someone said fiercely.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than an arrow shot through the clouds.

The arrow seemed to possess a spirit; anyone who dared to retaliate was pierced through the skull, and even the leaders of various tribes were wounded and given a warning.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. How could this arrow be curved?

They dared not utter another word, and all unleashed their treasures and departed overnight. However, they secretly resolved to report to the strongest member of their clan and demand an explanation.

"A man with tens of millions of people dares to call himself a king or nobleman? He is nothing more than a tyrant who lords it over the people in a barren land, exploiting them without any restraint. He is just self-proclaimed and doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

At the village entrance, Shi Zhao gave a soft snort and sheathed the blood-stained arrow.

Back in the capital of the Stone Kingdom, those true princes and nobles knew very well that there were self-proclaimed princes and nobles in the remote wilderness, not those appointed by the ancient kingdom.

The two are worlds apart and cannot be compared at all.

Suddenly, her starry eyes lit up, a brilliant idea flashed in her mind, and she moved closer to the Willow God to curry favor, trying to influence this aloof ancestral spirit.

Unexpectedly, Liu Shen actually responded.

—The willow branch gently swayed, wrapped around the girl's slender waist, and placed her below the altar.

Shi Zhao: "..."

Silence is the silence of Shicun tonight.