Seven Gods Guardian: Gun King Mission

Chapter 322 Enemy Attack

After that, he waved to the people in the room, signaling them to leave together, "Let's go, don't disturb them from resting anymore."

As Qing Ming finished speaking, several people in the room filed out.

After a while, the originally crowded room suddenly became empty, leaving Shui Ya alone lying quietly on the large bed.

Shui Ya stared at the blank ceiling above her head and sighed softly.

At this moment, her heart was extremely complicated. On the one hand, she silently prayed that Luoer could successfully complete the mission on this trip; on the other hand, the figure of the War Emperor involuntarily emerged in her mind.

Especially when recalling the chance encounter he had once had - witnessing the heroic figure of the War Emperor fighting bravely on the battlefield. At that time, he was like a god of war descended to the earth, emitting irresistible majesty and domineering power, and an awe-inspiring aura.

Whenever Shuiya recalled that scene, her heart would tremble slightly involuntarily, as if an invisible force was gently plucking the softest strings deep in her heart.

She couldn't help but think to herself, "Perhaps the War Emperor can truly protect Luo'er and help her successfully obtain the precious Spirit Crystal."

His gaze shifted to Wang Zhan, who was currently sitting in a carriage with Qing Luo.

During this long journey, we didn't encounter too many thrilling events.

Wang Zhan was seen sitting steadily in the front, steering the horse, while Qing Luo was sitting quietly in the back seat.

Ever since Wang Zhan inherited all of the memories of the War Emperor, he also mastered skills such as how to skillfully control a horse.

So, at this moment, Wang Zhan was like an experienced horseman, holding the reins steadily, scanning the surrounding environment with sharp eyes, and always keeping a high level of vigilance so that he could quickly engage in a fierce battle if he detected any movement.

However, Qingluo kept her eyes closed throughout the journey, quietly lost in thought, as if she was repeatedly considering some crucial matters in her mind.

Wang Zhan did not pay much attention to this, but chose to continue leading the carriage forward silently.

Time passed by quickly, and before he knew it, Wang Zhan had been running on this road for a long time.

After galloping for half a day, he had already left Qingfeng Valley where he originally started. As for how far he had traveled, even he himself could hardly estimate it accurately.

At this critical moment, the carriage, which had been moving smoothly, suddenly began to shake violently without any warning! The body of the carriage was bumping like a small boat in a stormy sea, as if the wheels were hitting countless hard rocks.

Wang Zhan became alert instantly. His eyes, as sharp as an eagle, quickly scanned the surroundings. It was obvious that these stones were placed here intentionally by someone.

In an instant, a group of demon soldiers wearing black armor and with ferocious faces suddenly appeared from nowhere like ghosts, and in the blink of an eye they had tightly surrounded the carriage.

"Stop!" The leading demon soldier shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice as loud as a bell, deafening.

Qingluo, who was sitting in the carriage, was awakened by this sudden change. She suddenly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with panic and anxiety. She asked in a trembling voice, "What...what's going on?"

Wang Zhan frowned slightly, lowered his voice and said solemnly, "It seems that trouble has come to us."

However, his words did not reveal the slightest fear, but instead a hint of excitement. He then muttered to himself, "But this is also good. It's a good opportunity for me to test the extent of my current strength."

After saying that, he dismounted without hesitation, turned around and said softly to Qingluo, who looked terrified in the carriage, "Don't be afraid. I'm here. Everything will be fine."

Then he slowly turned around and faced the group of demon soldiers who were coming at him aggressively. His eyes were as cold as ice, and he loudly demanded, "Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want to do?"

Upon hearing this, the leading demon soldier raised his lips slightly, revealing a sneer of disdain. He raised his chin and responded in an extremely arrogant tone, "Humph! Who are we? We are the most valiant and fearless warriors of the great demon race! We have come here today to take your lives! You are so unlucky to have encountered us. This carriage is of great use to us and can help us speed up our journey. So, just prepare to die!"

Wang Zhan stood there, his face expressionless, as if the group of demon soldiers in front of him were just a group of insignificant ants.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile. He said coldly, "Just relying on useless trash like you? How ridiculous!"

As the words fell, an extremely powerful force began to surge slowly in his body. That was the powerful power belonging to the War Emperor.

When the demon soldiers heard Wang Zhan's contemptuous words, they were stunned at first, then looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.

Obviously, they thought that what Wang Zhan said was just wishful thinking and did not take him seriously at all.

One of the demon soldiers was about to make a few sarcastic remarks, but before he could utter a word, Wang Zhan's figure suddenly disappeared like a ghost.

The next moment, Wang Zhan appeared in front of the soldier in an instant, with an astonishing speed.

Then he swung his fist violently and smashed it at the soldier with the force of thunder.

There was a loud "bang" and the soldier didn't even have time to react. He flew straight out like a cannonball and fell heavily to the ground dozens of meters away, raising a cloud of dust.

This sudden change stunned the other demon soldiers, and they forgot to react for a moment.

At this moment, Wang Zhan moved again. Like a ferocious cheetah, he quickly pounced on the soldiers who had not yet recovered from their shock.

His punches and kicks fell on the enemy like a torrential rain, and each move contained endless power.

In just a few blinks of an eye, those demon soldiers fell to the ground in a mess, groaning in pain.

"You guy..." The leading demon soldier finally came to his senses. His face was full of anger and he was about to scold Wang Zhan, but before he could finish his words, he felt a flash in front of his eyes and a black shadow rushed towards him at lightning speed.

Before he could see clearly what it was, he felt a burning pain on his cheek. It turned out that Wang Zhan had slapped him mercilessly.

The slap was so powerful that it sent the demon soldier flying into the air, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, the other demon soldiers no longer dared to underestimate Wang Zhan. They drew out the weapons they carried with them, including extremely sharp spears and long swords flashing with cold light, and swarmed towards Wang Zhan.

In an instant, the shadows of guns and swords intertwined to form an impenetrable net that tightly enveloped Wang Zhan.

However, facing this overwhelming attack, Wang Zhan remained calm and composed.

He nimbly dodged to the side and easily avoided the spears and swords that were coming at him from the front.

At the same time, his hands danced rapidly, and powerful fighting spirit shot out from his hands continuously, hitting the weapons of the demon soldiers accurately, making their arms numb.