"You're so calm. Who exactly are you?"
"I'm an alien!" Wang Yi ignored Mu Zhilin and looked toward the distant Taoyuan Mountain. He sensed a powerful aura emanating from it; 'Perhaps there's a Spirit Vein inside.' He urged his chariot onward, heading straight for the mountain.
"You wish to assassinate the Peach Mountain Mother? Hmph. You're not going anywhere!"
Mu Zhilin flew up to block Wang Yi's path, simultaneously drawing a Treasure Sword from his back. The sword was peculiar. The moment it left its sheath, it transformed into a Soft Sword. With a flick of his wrist, it moved like a Spiritual Snake, lunging straight for Wang Yi.
Wang Yi's eyes narrowed. His form flickered, and a Monkey King shot out from his body. With one sweep of its staff, it knocked the Soft Sword aside. With another, it sent Mu Zhilin flying thirty meters, where he crashed into the battle formation and took down dozens of soldiers.
