Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

The person who came to urge Yan Huan was a little girl named Wen Shiling.

She wasn't even as tall as Yan Huan's leg; if she didn't speak, you wouldn't even notice where she was.

Wen Shiling looked at Yan Huan's smug expression with disdain:

"So you're Yan Huan? I didn't expect you to be so good-looking."

It must be said that Yan Huan is indeed quite beautiful.

He's actually quite handsome.

Of course, it would be even better if one's mind were sound.

"Ha, not worth mentioning!"

Upon hearing the praise, Yan Huan's lips curled into a wide smile.

As Wen Shiling led him on the journey, he swaggered around, occasionally shaking his trench coat, displaying his flamboyant style.

The passing clerks saw the two and kept their distance.

It's like seeing a lunatic.

Wen Shiling also noticed this, her lips twitched slightly, and she looked at Yan Huan with a gloomy expression:

"Hey, can't you walk normally? Lots of people are staring at us, aren't you ashamed?!"

Faced with Wen Shiling's rebuke, Yan Huan smiled, revealing what she considered a profound and enigmatic expression:

"Why should I, Yan, need to explain my actions to others?!"

Please, he's now at the first level of the Commander rank.

Even if we don't talk about dominating the Black Tower space station, isn't walking around a bit arrogantly basic?

Moreover, his martial arts skills had reached a high level, and he didn't take the mere grunts of the antimatter legion seriously at all.

But in Wen Shiling's eyes, these were nothing more than men beneath her, and her childish voice sneered repeatedly:

"Ha, you should really learn more from Mr. Capote. You two are worlds apart."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan was taken aback, stopped in her tracks, and her expression became very serious:

"Who is Capote? Is he even a tenth as handsome as me?"

Upon hearing the question, Wen Shiling snorted.

"Ha, you think you're worthy to compare with Young Master Bo?"

Then, the little girl introduced her idol with a look of longing:

“Young Master Capote is the greatest existence on the Black Tower Space Station. At least in the hearts of our fan club, he is the only light!”

Wen Shiling led the way, recounting the legendary life of "Bo Shao" with great enthusiasm.

She danced around excitedly, did several backflips, and then crawled on the ground.

It was said that he was showing Yan Huan how Bo Shao had moved so skillfully when facing enemies.

It's like a deformed species.

"You know, Young Master Bo once..."

Yan Huan: "..."

She could recite all of "Bo Shao's" incredible and glorious deeds, as well as his classic quotes, backwards.

He had a silly grin on his face, and didn't even notice the snot running down his chin.

"Hehehehehe... I'll tell you more."

When the nearby staff saw Wen Shiling's dazed expression, they all made way for her.

Yan Huan also secretly took a few steps back to keep her distance.

This kid.

It's probably ruined.

At this age, they should be doing more homework and preparing well for the transition from primary to junior high school.

As the two walked, the surrounding scenery gradually changed.

Along the way, Yan Huan couldn't find any trace of March 7th or Dan Heng, or even the stationmaster, Aisda.

What I saw most often was...

A group of staff members, their bodies wrapped in bandages, gritted their teeth and carried stretchers, on which lay other staff members, barely alive.

They hurried past Yan Huan, carrying the smell of blood and disinfectant.

Yan Huan didn't know what the space station used to look like, but now it was desolate.

The smashed screen lay crookedly to one side.

There are several large potholes in the passageway from time to time, so you can only walk around them.

Several clerks, their bodies wrapped in blood-stained bandages, sat by the roadside, breathing heavily. Their expressions were tense, a stark contrast to Wen Shiling's eloquent speech.

This place has just experienced an unprecedented crisis; people they knew were either dead or injured.

Their faces were all solemn.

No matter what world it is, humanity is bound to experience suffering.

There have been those who acted arbitrarily according to the principles of Heaven, and there have been those who acted wickedly according to the laws.

And now, a star god stands at the very top of the food chain.

"Humans have it so tough," Yan Huan said, feeling sorrow for the human race.

The existence of star gods is irrelevant.

The existence of a star god whose sole purpose is "destruction" is a misfortune for all things.

I don't want anything, I just want everything to wither away.

The reason given is that since the universe is going to end anyway, we might as well speed things up.

These illusory soldiers of the antimatter legion are the underlings of the Destroyer Star God.

Wen Shiling, who was walking directly in front, continued to lead the way slowly, while her mouth never stopped talking:

"Do you understand the greatness of young master Capote now?"

Yan Huan said helplessly, "Since you've put it that way, I'll reluctantly admit that Spinach has one ten-thousandth of my strength."

Wen Shiling: "..."

The two had now reached their destination, and the crystals of the surrounding rift were becoming increasingly robust.

Low growls echoed from the dark corridor ahead.

Wen Shiling turned around, looked up, and said to Yan Huan with dissatisfaction, "It's Bo Shao, not spinach! Besides, you're just jealous of Bo Shao's reputation, but you'll never reach his level."

The innocent voices of children could be heard clearly at this moment.

Yan Huan smiled but didn't say anything more.

Just half a second after Wen Shiling finished speaking.

"Qiang——!!"

A flash of light appeared, slicing towards the little girl's head.

"what……!!"

At that moment, Wen Shiling's pupils shrank sharply!

She held her breath, staring blankly as the blade pressed against her eyeball.

Fear, terror, and despair.

In that instant, a surge of emotions welled up from my heart like a tidal wave.

Instinctively, I tried to move my legs to escape, but they felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Just as Wen Shiling's eyes were bloodshot and her whole body was stiff.

"Clang—!!" The sound of metal clashing rang out before our eyes.

One hand gripped the sharp blade tightly, like an iron clamp.

The little girl stared blankly at the scene, her legs went weak, and she quickly lost her balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

“Monster, monster…!!” Wen Shiling shouted.

The blade that Yan Huan had caught with his bare hands was actually a hidden pawn.

"Tch, making a fuss over nothing."

Yan Huan delivered a left front kick directly to the flank soldier who was launching a sneak attack.

"Boom—!!" The sound of something cutting through the air was incessant.

The flank soldier was kicked backward by Yan Huan and flew away, letting out a painful cry.

After tracing a beautiful parabola in the air, it slammed heavily into the metal barrier.

Lost life.

"Alright, that's enough for now. Look, my left front kick is way cooler than that spinach kick, isn't it?"

After putting on a show in front of Wen Shiling, Yan Huan smiled slightly, put her hands behind her back, and stepped towards the dimly lit rift ahead.

The little girl knelt on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.

one strike.

He killed the illusory soldier in one hit?!

With bewildered eyes, she stared blankly at the towering figure ahead, lost in thought.

……

Chapter 5: I'm here to support you all!