Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

After a loud bang, the Bu Zong Palace became a dead ruin.

Most of the magnificent buildings of the past have now collapsed, and the ruins are dimly visible in the icy fog and chaotic mist. The pungent smell of gunpowder and the bone-chilling chill permeate every inch of the air, interweaving a scene as if the end of the world has come.

"Uh~"

In the center of the battlefield, a cat in tattered dark purple clothes, with messy hair stuck to its blood-stained face, lay unconscious and lifeless on the ice field.

Her ice-blue spear was placed at an angle beside her. The runes on the spear had dimmed, silently telling of the cruelty of the battle.

"~"

Not far away, Feng Wuji looked even more miserable.

"boom!"

The time crystals on his hands and feet exploded, and fragments flew everywhere.

"what--"

He fell to the ground in a twisted, almost bizarre posture, his eyes rolled back, his body distorted by multiple fractures, blood gushing out of his wounds, quickly coagulating into dark red patches on the cold ground.

"How is this possible!"

"Oh my god, what a terrifying power!"

"Could this be Sister A Zi's true strength?"

"terrible!"

Bai Tang, Xiao Qing, Da Fei, Wu Song and Ming Yue witnessed this scene and froze in place for a moment, their eyes wide open, their faces filled with horror and disbelief.

After a brief moment of daze, Bai Tang was the first to come to his senses and screamed at the top of his lungs:

"Sister Azi!"

There was a tearful tone in his voice as he ran towards the battlefield desperately, and the sand and stones under his feet were kicked up and flew everywhere by his hurried footsteps.

"~"

Xiaoqing's legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face.

"elder sister!"

She cried out in a shrill voice, then stumbled towards Mo Zi, each step filled with despair and anxiety.

She ran to Mo Zi, knelt down heavily with a plop, hugged Mo Zi tightly with both hands, and cried inconsolably. Tears kept pouring out like a flood, wetting Mo Zi's clothes.

Her shoulders trembled violently, and she kept muttering:

"Sister, wake up, please wake up..."

“Hurry up!”

Da Fei's face was filled with anxiety. His brows were knitted into the shape of a "川" character. His strong legs moved quickly, and every step made the ground tremble slightly.

"We have to check on them!"

"terrible!"

Wu Song stared at the devastated battlefield with his eyes wide open, muttering to himself:

"Is this the power of a sect leader? It's terrifying."

He swallowed, a trace of longing flashed in his eyes, and whispered:

"If only I could possess such a powerful strength, I wouldn't be afraid of any enemy in the future and would be able to better protect Neko-tsuchi."

"!"

Mingyue's expression was cold, and after a flash of panic in her eyes, she quickly regained her composure.

She walked quickly towards Feng Wuji, her steps steady but with a hint of urgency.

"Can you save someone injured like this?"

When she came up and saw Feng Wuji's miserable condition, she drooped her eyelids slightly, took a deep breath, and suppressed the shock in her heart.

"Is the power of chaos still there?"

She slowly squatted down, skillfully placed her hand on Feng Wuji's chest, closed her eyes and felt it carefully.

After a moment, she withdrew her hand, her expression calm, but her tone could not hide a hint of relief:

"The power of chaos... has finally dissipated."

However, Feng Wuji's terrifying appearance still made her fingers tremble slightly, but she quickly clenched her fists and concealed her emotions.

"she……"

Mingyue raised her eyes and looked at Mo Zi who was not far away. A trace of worry flashed in her eyes. She walked over quickly and said in a steady voice:

"Don't panic, let's check on Mo Zi's situation together."

"Whoa, whoa..."

Bai Tang's face was covered with tears. She looked up at Ming Yue and said in a sobbing voice:

"Sister Mingyue, Sister Azi will be fine, right?"

"Maruko, what are you talking about? This must be fine!"

Xiaoqing cried and said:

"No, my sister must not be in any danger. She is so powerful, how could she..."

Before he could finish his words, he burst into tears again.

"Don't worry..."

Da Fei comforted him:

"Xiaoqing, Baitang, Sister A Zi, the lucky cat has its own destiny, and will definitely be fine."

At this time, the thick dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and a ray of sunlight struggled to penetrate the clouds and sprinkled on the devastated battlefield, illuminating the white ice field and the strange purple chaotic mist, and also reflecting the faces of everyone full of sadness and anxiety.

……

"What a terrible impact!"

Behind a crumbling, cracked wall, Lingzuan huddled in his wheelchair like a frightened mouse.

"Damn it, my aura has been disrupted now!"

A faint and chaotic power lingered around him. It was his meager reliance in trying to control the situation of the battle, but now it was swaying like a candle in the wind.

"If it weren't for these armors, relying solely on my strength, I might have died here this time!"

The several strange armors beside him were tattered and dull. Once upon a time, these were the basis for his dominance, but now they were scattered around like a pile of scrap metal that no one cared about.

"Is Mo Yun's sister really so powerful?"

The earth-shattering explosion just now, the powerful air wave was like an invisible giant hand, flipping him, the cat and the wheelchair over, and throwing them heavily into the ruins.

Dense rubble fell like raindrops, burying him in an instant.

"Cough cough..."

Ling Zuan put in a lot of effort and frantically used his hands to pull away the stones that were pressing on his body. With the sound of "rustling", dust filled the air and made him cough repeatedly.

"No, I can't die here!"

After finally crawling out of the rubble in a panic, he was hunched over, with veins bulging on his hands as he gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if only in this way could he gain a sense of security.

"Hmm? Is it over?"

He slowly stuck his head out and looked towards the battlefield, only to see a dead silence.

The dark purple clothes were torn and the blood-stained body collapsed lifelessly on the ground; Feng Wuji's limbs were twisted and the exploded Yuanshi were scattered all over the place. The scene was shocking.

"hiss--"

Ling Zuan sucked in a breath of cold air, his face turned pale and blue, and his lips trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

He smacked his lips mechanically, his eyes wide open, filled with horror and disbelief, and muttered to himself:

"This isn't the strength a cat can possess, it's like a fight between monsters!"

His hands were shaking violently from fear, leaving streaks of sweat on the armrests of the wheelchair.

"It's better not to provoke her!"

Thinking back to how he was almost torn to pieces by the air wave, his heart was still beating wildly in his chest, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

"Can we take some of her blood for research?"

Ling Zuan's eyes wandered anxiously across the battlefield, sometimes staring intently at Mo Zi's torn clothes and blood-stained body, as if trying to find the secret of this battle from her;

"What a pity, it was blown to pieces!"

After a while, he turned to Feng Wuji's twisted limbs and the exploded time crystal, trying to find some clues that would be beneficial to him.

His throat was so dry that it seemed to smoke. He swallowed hard. He knew better than anyone that his shady methods were nothing compared to this devastating battle.

"Luckily I hid quickly, otherwise I would have died here."

He cursed softly, his voice filled with relief at having survived, yet also with a hint of regret that was difficult to conceal.

"and many more!"

He stared at the center of the battlefield, greed and fear intertwined in his eyes.

"That spear..."

When Ling Zuan saw the ice-blue spear beside Mo Zi, his breathing stagnated for a moment, and a trace of greed flashed in his originally dim eyes.

"If I had it, I could definitely create the most powerful armor in all of Catland!"

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if being pulled by an invisible force, wanting to get closer to the spear.

"No, don't touch!"

But just when his fingertips were about to touch the air, he suddenly remembered the devastating power just now. It was like a basin of cold water poured from head to toe. The hand he had just raised shrank back as if it had been electrocuted, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"No, it's too dangerous. Who knows what will happen if you get close."

Reason finally triumphed over greed. He clenched his fists unwillingly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his face was full of unwillingness and helplessness.

"Hmph, I'll let you go!"

Ling Zuan gritted his teeth and frantically calculated in his mind:

"You've been ruthless this time, but Catland is so vast, and its power is everywhere. I doubt I'll find an opportunity. I'll settle this score with you later!"

He crouched down again, like a vigilant night cat, and looked around cautiously. After making sure that no one noticed him, he slowly turned the wheelchair.

"But I still have this thing, I wonder if you can block it!"

Just as he was about to leave, his hand unconsciously touched the magic weapon in his arms. It was a mysterious object emitting a faint light and was cold to the touch.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured softly:

"Since you already have such strong power, then this thing your brother left for you must be extraordinary."

After saying this, he took a deep look at the unconscious Mo Zi on the battlefield, and his voice was soft but full of ruthlessness:

"We'll see you later."

Then he accelerated the speed of his wheelchair and disappeared in the depths of the ruins in a panic.