Shi Xueman gave up on Xing Shan and joined in the close-quarters fight, which immediately stabilized the situation.
Just then, she sensed something. She looked toward the disposition of troops and joy emerged on her face.
Amid many pagoda cannons one was especially bright, and rings of bright veined patterns had appeared on its body. When it lit up, the air instantly became stifling, as if there was an invisible hand pressing down from the sky.
Xing Shan’s face changed. Someone was actually becoming a Master at this time!
When his gaze fell upon the pagoda cannon, he noticed by chance that it was the fatty who had slipped away from his fingers from an earlier chase.
Xing Shan was already spent, but at this point he threw himself toward that pagoda cannon without hesitation.
He mustn’t allow him to become a Master!
