860: Ignition (34) 860: Ignition (34) Old Master Xiumeng proved to be experienced and prudent indeed; no wonder he had become the one calling the shots for the team.
Without any hindrance, Fu Qian walked on water, crossing the grand hall’s walls, completely unsurprised by the Hunting Squad’s reaction.
As he had said earlier, if Xiumeng had been confident he could handle him within a controllable range, he would have made his move long ago.
After all, they were all veterans in this game, and mere posturing served no real purpose.
At this moment, Logan was in a crucial phase, and Xiumeng did not have the courage to take the risk.
Of course, it might be a different story if it were any later since, looking at the time, Old Master Logan would soon undergo the transformation into ‘Three Purities as One.’
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Fu Qian’s return journey was evidently quicker, and he even intentionally chose a different direction than the way he came.
However, just as he approached the shore and was about to step off the water’s surface, his figure suddenly hesitated.
In this abrupt change of pace, his right hand extended forward, his two fingers pinching a transparent sharp blade.
This strike had appeared silently and without warning; had he maintained his original speed, he would have been squarely hit.
No need to ask, such a familiar tactic was clearly Ballard’s arrival.
His weapon seemed capable of thrusting out from any mirror surface, and though there might not be any chandeliers here, the water surface was smooth as a mirror.
Amidst these reflections, Fu Qian decisively released his grip, abandoning the thought of going ashore and shifted sideways by two steps.
The movement was swift, but even so, as he stepped down, the sensation remained smooth to the touch, carrying even a bone-chilling coldness.
Silently, the surface of the water had already frozen.
As Fu Qian moved, the chill surged wildly, freezing his leg in place.
Looking up, Fu Qian saw a quadruped figure—the Crystal Demigod Ice Wolf.
Its mouth wide open, a dense mist of white breath was being expelled from within.
Such perfect timing, as if it had been waiting right there; was this what they called the ‘bonds of fate’?
Amidst his appreciation, Fu Qian gave up on moving any further, letting the endless frost envelop him.
In just a few seconds, he was entirely encased within a giant block of ice, like a huge piece of Amber floating on the water.
“What’s your relationship with this guy?”
Although not human, the facial expressions of the Crystal were still rich.
After successfully capturing their target, the unique appearance of their quarry clearly surprised her.
After scrutinizing him up and down, she couldn’t help but turn her head to Ballard and ask.
“No relation.”
Ballard denied quickly, and perhaps to show his sincerity, he opened his face helmet to reveal his face as he spoke.
After explaining, he sized up Fu Qian, clearly displeased by this malicious imitation.
“I’ve never seen this guy before.”
“But obviously, he is the one the Prophet told us to find.”
The Crystal wasn’t about to dwell on the issue, glancing at a patch of illusory flames in the center of the lake.
“Let’s take him back first; we need to figure out exactly what’s happened.”
“Alright.”
Ballard nodded, but before leaving, he followed her gaze toward the lake, his eyes filled with murderous intent, as if he had made some determination.
“Damn outsiders.”
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Fortunate to ride the Greed War Chariot once again, though in a special form, Fu Qian was quickly delivered to the bottom of the Prophet’s apartment building.
Faced with a figure standing in front of the apartment, his fellow passenger, the Crystal Demigod, didn’t hesitate to throw him down.
“Well done.”
The greeter, however, did not mind at all, smiling and offering praise.
At the same time, several bone claws extended from behind, directly “embracing” the block of ice.
Indeed, standing below was Akasha.
It wasn’t surprising, though. Although this person couldn’t be considered strictly from the Order camp, if Catherine’s matters had developed normally, she would have been forced into service for causing trouble.
Considering their past conflicts, Crystal’s indifferent attitude was entirely understandable.
“Be careful, this guy is quite strange, he might even be trapped on purpose.”
Ballard, clearly possessing a much stronger sense of responsibility, warned Akasha with a grave expression.
“It is indeed strange, how you could look so much like him.”
Upon hearing this, Akasha gave Fu Qian, who was encased in the ice, a thorough look-over, nodding her head as if the matter was of great importance.
This focus was obviously skewed from Ballard’s point, making his facial muscles twitch.