Under the moonlight, a hazy glow gradually illuminated the darkness of streets both large and small. On rooftops, in rooms, at alley entrances, on awnings, atop ornate streetlights... the dim light reflected in dozens of pairs of eyes. Whether near or far, their focus was equally intense, their gazes almost identical.
In an instant, expressions turned to shock, mouths agape. Countless people couldn't believe their eyes—all except for one child, peeking out with a look of pure admiration.
...
"You have no chance, you cheap kind. I admit you have indeed caused the Royal Martial Arts Academy a lot of trouble, but in the end, you're just an insect, capable only of disgusting people," Li Shiji said, his expression indifferent, completely unaffected by Wang Zhan's words.
His figure flickered and seemed to quietly elongate, like a bamboo pole.
