Boom!
Accompanied by a massive roar, a mountain of flesh shifted horizontally, causing the Golden Tent to explode into a sky of flowers.
Crackle and pop.
Countless pieces of flesh fell, among them a severed thigh, which landed in Liang Qu's arms.
The thigh was as pale as jade, with a silver chain dangling from the ankle, and toenails dyed bright red with phoenix blossom. It was truly a beauty's leg, albeit quite slippery. The pale yellow sheep fat had been dried by the cold wind, forming hard clumps.
He threw it aside casually.
Liang Qu went against the crowd, advancing head-on into the wind, using the Unity of Heaven and Man to dodge dangers.
The knife wind scattered the hardened snow, revealing tens of miles of brown earth crisscrossed with cuts.
