Chapter 75: Feng Yan and Aoding's Deal

"What deal?" Aoding asked.

Watching Feng Yan slowly answer, Aoding gradually showed a smile and then said, "Fine, fine, this can serve as the exchange condition, but if you fail, you'll know what the result will be. So now, come swear to the Eternal Spear."

The silver spear tip flashed with a cold light, directly shining on Feng Yan's face. Chen Hao and Yang Xin still hadn't understood what Feng Yan was about to do when Feng Yan swore an oath to that spear, only hearing Feng Yan say: "I, adventurer Feng Yan, an ordinary person from another world, have come to Lizhi Guo to help the Dwarves win the war, so that all Dwarves may gain liberation and restore their freedom; if I fail, my soul shall be pierced by the Eternal Spear, scattered and lost."

"Good, then our deal is settled!" Aoding smiled and nodded.

Feng Yan also smiled, and at the same time swore an oath to the Eternal Mark Spear, then said to him, "Old man, is this deal acceptable?"

Aoding remained silent, directly hurling the spear in his hand into the air; the spear still shot out a white, blinding light, the light dazzling beyond compare, then the spear fell like a shooting star, letting out a tremendous roar!

"Boom!"

A giant mushroom cloud rose; after the tremendous boom, only half of the Prince's Residence remained intact, the undamaged spots spewing thick smoke, extremely choking. The Prince covered his mouth and nose, then waved away the smoke with his hand. Then a soldier hurriedly approached the Prince, not yet steady, and stumbled, falling before the Prince. The soldier quickly got up, his face panicked, and said: "Prince! It's terrible—someone wearing an Eagle Helmet and riding an Eight-legged Horse is flying in the sky!"

"Eight-legged Horse!" the Prince felt extremely shocked, yet he forced himself to appear calm, trying to maintain his princely dignity before his subordinates, and ordered the soldier: "From now on, soldiers are not to attack the Dwarf Tribe; first recall all soldiers and bounty hunters to me, then fetch the Red-clothed Devil. That fellow in the sky should be more familiar to us than we are."

"Yes!" After receiving the order, the soldier carried out the Prince's command one by one.

The Prince lifted his head to look at the sky; although it was daytime, now dark clouds gathered, looking very gloomy, accompanied by a heavy atmosphere that made it hard to breathe. Finally, after a rumble and a tremendous boom, a downpour poured down, the atmosphere slightly easing, thunder accompanying the rain. Such weather, if one were timid, might already have scared them witless.

Aoding rode the Eight-legged Horse through the sky, bringing the storm, wearing the Eagle Helmet, and retrieved the Eternal Mark Spear he had just thrown. His mind began to recall that tragic scene of old—he had personally witnessed the deaths of the gods, turning the dead gods into heroic spirits so they could exist in another way. Why? To prevent this outcome, this fate already sealed!

"Aoding? That also suits your style." The Red-clothed Devil smiled, then teased, having already received the soldier's message, preparing to go to the Prince's place. He knew that when Aoding went out, he would bring a storm—this was his father, also Aoding's son; reckoning it up, he himself was Aoding's grandson. The Red-clothed Devil felt somewhat astonished, after all that was a thousand years ago, and recalling it was also difficult. He walked on, thinking while getting soaked in the rain, until he reached the Prince's palace.