Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Humph……"

Mo Yun stood on the head of the ice dragon with a gun in hand. The ink runes dripping from the gun tip fell into the chaos like meteors, twisting the roar of the original chaos into broken whimpers.

"That, that's..."

The dark golden light column in front of him collapsed inch by inch, turning into powder in the chaotic mist. Dafei, Wu Song and other cats looked up - they saw nine ice dragon phantoms entwined around the black figure, and every dragon breath was tearing the void, like a god of war from ancient times.

"Well……"

Xiaoqing's water-melting beads fell to the ground with a clang.

“He, he’s back!”

Her blood-stained fingertips trembled as she covered her mouth, tears flowing uncontrollably, blurring her sight of the familiar yet unfamiliar brother.

The gentle figure in her memory who bandaged her wounds and taught her how to condense the charm of water was now sweeping across the chaos with an attitude of looking down on the world.

"elder brother……"

She choked and called out, her voice swallowed by the ice dragon's roar, but it seemed to have a soul, penetrating the battlefield and reaching Mo Yun's ears.

"Uh……"

Not far away, Mo Zi staggered out of the rubble.

The daze caused by the chaotic impact had not yet faded, but her eyes looking at the sky gradually became focused.

When Mo Yun's spear swept across, crushing all the tentacles of the original chaos, his dark purple pale lips trembled:

"Brother...you, you're back..."

The hoarse voice carried the panic and ecstasy of a child who had lost something and then found it again, and big tears fell on the dusty clothes.

"Brother Mo!"

Da Feihu's eyes turned red and he wiped his face heavily.

"boom!"

He turned to look at Wu Song, whose eyes were also wet. The two cats smiled at each other and punched each other hard.

At the edge of the battlefield, Mingyue hugged the unconscious Baitang tightly, her white robe stained with dust and blood.

"Very good!"

She looked at the familiar dark figure, and ripples appeared in her originally cold eyes. The fingers holding Bai Tang tightened slightly - the partner who once protected the troupe alongside her was finally back.

"..."

Mo Yun seemed to sense something and paused slightly with his gun-holding hand.

"Roar……"

The nine ice dragon shadows suddenly converged and turned into streams of light that sank into his spear.

"Azi, sugar..."

He lowered his head and looked down, his gaze passing over Xiaoqing's red eyes, Mo Zi's trembling body, and finally falling on Mingyue and Bai Tang in her arms.

"call out……"

The ice dragon swooped down carrying him. Wherever it passed, the chaos dissipated and the frost condensed into crystal steps.

"Don't be afraid."

Mo Yun tapped the ground with her toes and plunged her spear heavily into the ground, causing blue ripples to spread out the scars on everyone's bodies.

"Azi..."

He reached out and stroked the dark purple hair, and gently wiped away the tears on Xiaoqing's cheeks. His voice was filled with the gentleness that had been suppressed for a long time.

"I am back."

“This power!”

Mingyue walked slowly forward, the moonlight flowing around her, making her pale face even more transparent.

She handed the sugar in her arms to Mo Yun for inspection and said softly:

"He needs your power of rhyme."

Mo Yun nodded, and a ray of soft blue light condensed from her fingertips, which carefully probed into Bai Tang's body.

"Uh……"

Feeling the familiar power, the unconscious Bai Tang's brows gradually relaxed.

"..."

Xiaoqing still held her brother tightly and refused to let go, while Mo Zi grabbed the corner of his clothes, fearing that he would disappear again if he let go.

Mingyue stood aside, her cold face finally warmed up, her eyes full of joy at reunion.

"..."

Da Fei and Wu Song clenched their weapons and watched Mo Yun treating Bai Tang's injuries. A sense of security welled up in their hearts - the backbone of the Xingluo Squad was back, and all that was lost and broken would be found again in this decisive battle with chaos.

"Wong..."

The echoes of the original chaos still echoed in the distance, but the fighting spirit in the hearts of the cats was burning hotter than ever.

Mo Yun gently stroked Xiao Qing's back, looked up at the chaotic clouds swirling in the sky, raised his spear again, and the rune light illuminated the entire battlefield:

"Next, it's our turn to fight back."

Mingyue nodded slightly, and the moonlight turned into silver light that wrapped around her weapon, reflecting the blue light of Mo Yun, adding a touch of hope to the upcoming final battle.

……

"Leave it to me..."

Mo Yun tapped the ground with the tip of her toes and plunged her spear heavily into the ground, causing ink-colored ripples that swept away the scars on everyone's bodies.

He reached out his hand to touch the dark purple hair, and his fingertips touched the wound on her forehead that had not yet healed. His heart suddenly twitched - his once smart and clever sister was now clutching the corner of his clothes with a dull look in her eyes, and she was still unconsciously muttering "brother".

His eyes swept over the unconscious Bai Tang in Mingyue's arms. The boy's pale face was covered with purple scars, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

"I am back."

The suppressed fury in his voice threatened to burst through the ice. His grip on the gun suddenly tightened, veins bulging beneath his dark armor. Nine phantom ice dragons rose from his body once again, roaring deafeningly.

"Roar……"

"Hahaha, I feel it, I feel it, you are just a poor orphan!"

In the distance, although the original chaos was severely damaged, it was still struggling in its death throes. The dark golden mist condensed into a hideous face again, emitting a shrill laugh.

"Ice and snow are flying!"

Mo Yun slowly raised his head, a cold light in his eyes.

The spear swept across, and the inky runes poured down like a rainstorm, causing the space to shatter wherever it passed.

"Anyone who harms my loved ones shall be killed!"

He leaped into the air, and the ice dragon followed closely behind with a long roar. The dragon's breath and Mo Yun's spear light intertwined to form a web of destruction.

"You deserve to die!"

Looking at Zhong Mozi curled up in the corner after being injured, and Bai Tang's stubborn eyes that were trying to fight before he fell into coma, it turned into a surging force rushing through his meridians.

"Burial of Ice Shadow!"

The moment the spear thrust out, the entire sky and earth were shrouded in blue.

"Why does an orphan have such a strong power of rhyme!"

Primal Chaos was horrified to discover that the dark golden mist that he was proud of was as fragile as a veil in the face of this power.

"Roar……"

Mo Yun's spear tip accurately pierced the core of chaos. Accompanied by a dragon roar that resounded through the sky, the dark golden light ball exploded, and the shock wave it created flattened all the chaos within a radius of 100 miles.

"boom!"

When the dust settled, Mo Yun stood there holding a gun, his robe stained with blood but his posture upright.

He turned to look at his companions, his eyes swept over Mo Zi, Bai Tang, and finally landed on Xiao Qing and Ming Yue. His voice was low but firm:

"From today on, no one can hurt you in the slightest."

"Uh--"

The core of the original chaos was shaking violently, and the exploding dark golden ball of light re-condensed into a distorted face, and the madness in its eyes was replaced by fear for the first time.

Its voice was no longer full of arrogance, but trembling:

"Who are you? Why is there such a powerful person like you in Cat Land? Even that cultivator from the past couldn't possibly scare me this much! I've been wreaking havoc in Cat Land for a thousand years, and I've never seen such power!"

The dark golden mist surged wildly, trying to reorganize its shape, but it continued to disintegrate under the pressure emanating from Mo Yun.

"Ye Weiyang!"

Mo Yun slowly turned the spear in his hand, and the rune light flowed with the movement, drawing sharp tracks in the void.

He looked down at the dying primordial chaos, his voice so cold that it seemed to freeze time:

"A thousand years? In the true river of time, it's just a blink of an eye. You think you're the master of Catland, but you're nothing but a frog in a well."

"Roar……"

The ice dragon roared with its head held high behind him. Wherever the dragon's breath passed, the remaining chaotic mist instantly condensed into ice.

"Xiu may not have been able to completely destroy you, but today, you met me."

A trace of compassion flashed across Mo Yun's eyes, but was quickly replaced by determination.

"Catland will not tolerate a scourge like you. Your rampage ends here."

The spear was swung out violently, and thousands of blue spear shadows poured out like a galaxy, with the power to destroy the world, and went straight to the final core of the original chaos.

"Mysterious Ice Dragon Soars!"