845: Ignition (19) (Additional release 4/5 for the Yin alliance “Jiekunte”) 845: Ignition (19) (Additional release 4/5 for the Yin alliance “Jiekunte”) Akasha’s extremities, although extraordinary, still seemed inadequate before the Divine Envoy’s lethal methods.
It merely held on for half a second, and when placed into the flames, the dark red surface began to seep a blood-like liquid that instantly evaporated.
A strange fragrance also dispersed, refreshing the soul.
Before the attempt, Fu Qian had wondered if it would smell like roasted crab claws; however, it proved it did not.
It was an attractive fragrance on almost a genetic level, leading one’s thoughts irresistibly toward carnal desires.
After inhaling it, Fu Qian even recalled a movie he had seen years ago.
In that movie, the protagonist gathered the scents of many women to create a masterful perfume, perhaps a hundred times diluted compared to the current situation?
Suddenly, the entire bar fell victim; the scene and sounds turned chaotic, so much so that no one noticed the human torch nearby.
No need to thank me.
Due to Xiumeng’s actions earlier, there was an evident chill, but now the atmosphere had been revived.
Fu Qian sat still, his talents and fame hidden away.
As the chaos persisted for five seconds, someone from outside finally couldn’t stand it any longer.
A thick cloud of white mist quickly enveloped the entire bar.
The temperature plummeted instantly, and Fu Qian thought he heard the tables and chairs creaking under the extreme cold.
The guests could hardly stand it, their movements slowing as their enthusiasm was forcibly cooled.
“Everyone get out.”
The next moment, alongside a cold voice, a figure appeared in the bar.
Judging by the aura, this was undoubtedly a Demigod; however, its appearance…
Surveying the bar’s new patron, Fu Qian was somewhat surprised.
Although it sounded like a female voice, what stood there was an Ice Wolf that walked on all fours.
About one meter tall, its slender body translucent, enveloped in white mist from head to tail, it looked like a sprite stepping out of the snow, with deep blue eyes firmly fixed in their direction.
Definitely unacquainted.
So many Demigods in this place, truly a dime a dozen.
The one who had likely just performed the physical Purification Mantra was probably this individual.
Among Fu Qian’s reflections, several more figures appeared.
Foremost among them were Akasha and Ballard, with whom he had fervently interacted before.
Their reactions were unanimously shocked as they glanced over the dimming remains and Fu Qian’s appearance.
Particularly Akasha, whose gaze first fixated on the half-burned claw in Fu Qian’s hand, then flicked between Fu Qian and Ballard, her expression complex.
Inescapably, other than differing colors, the styles of the two were too similar.
…
“Who are you?”
Although Ballard’s face wasn’t visible, the shock was evident, and he was the first to speak.
“Ha… Ballard…”
Wrapped in strange armor, Fu Qian spoke to himself, filled with emotion.
“An unrelenting enforcer of order, it’s truly unpleasant to see you.”
“Are you suggesting you’re the ‘Clown’?”
Ballard scoffed.
“Let’s not discuss the apparent difference in ranking; when you try to impersonate someone, you should learn more. The Clown, after all, would never agree to turn into someone like me!”
“Clown or Andiel, call me whatever you want,”
Unfazed by the skepticism, Fu Qian remained indifferent.
“As for this appearance, I had it custom-made; how do you feel?”
…
Clearly, Ballard was keen to cut through him with a sword.
But as the sole eyewitness on scene, even with a bizarre identity, he could not yet act accordingly.
“Where are those people?”
Ballard abruptly changed the topic.
“Infighting, they left.”
Fu Qian’s response was equally brief.
“That’s impossible—”
“I know, you had a tight net cast outside, and as outsiders, there’s no way they could escape so comfortably.”