Chapter 1144 - The Giant Pot That Descended From the Sky IV

Chapter 1144: The Giant Pot That Descended From the Sky IV

“Whoo! Whoo!”
Simply no one knew what Fu Yu was talking about. They could only see Fu Yu shouting with his eyes staring into the distance. At this moment, a powerful aura descended from the sky from not far away and rushed toward Feng Ruqing.
“Mother, watch out!”
Fu Chen’s face changed. As he was closest to Feng Ruqing, he rushed madly toward Feng Ruqing.
This time, Nan Xian finally turned his head around. He too ran toward Feng Ruqing, even faster than Fu Chen. However, no matter how fast Nan Xian could run, he was no match for the speed of the powerful aura.
No one had ever thought that things would actually turn out this way. Not to mention that no one knew that there was such a powerful warrior in this palace.
A resurgence of panic crept into Nan Xian’s handsome face. He hurriedly stretched out his hand toward Feng Ruqing. His arms were only inches from Feng Ruqing. He was so close to pulling Feng Ruqing into his arms. It was a near miss indeed.
However, the sword behind Feng Ruqing was even faster, it thrust toward Feng Ruqing right into her head.
“Qing’er!”
If anyone had dared to hurt Feng Ruqing, Nan Xian would not hesitate to wipe out the entire kingdom and no one should survive!
Nan Xian’s eyes reddened. A silver, vertical streak could vaguely be seen flashing between his eyes.
Feng Ruqing turned her head around only to see the sword falling upon her. At this time, a glimmer of red light flashed in her eyes and vanished without a trace. It happened so fast that no one noticed it.
Just as the red light vanished, a loud bang sounded from not far away…
A huge shadow passed by and smashed down on the ground from the sky.
Before the person with the long sword could hurt Feng Ruqing, he was smashed into a bloody paste.
A pitch-black, giant pot with a door that seemed rusty came into sight.
“The mausoleum of the Ninth Emperor is flying here?” Murong Yang was the first one who regained his consciousness. His eyes widened in shock.
‘This giant pot is The Ninth Emperor’s mausoleum?’ Feng Ruqing’s face darkened a few shades.
This Ninth Emperor had such a lousy taste. She had actually made this giant pot her mausoleum?
“Mother, Mother! This is the thing that has summoned me. This iron pot looked yummy. I want to eat it.” Qing Han was overjoyed.
The giant pot shook violently and hid behind Feng Ruqing’s back as if it understood Qing Han’s words.
Feng Ruqing was dumbfounded.
‘This giant pot understands human language? Should I just… let Qing Han eat it? It’s such a tasteless pot and of no use to me.’
Feng Ruqing stroked her chin with a pensive look.
It seemed that the giant pot could read Feng Ruqing’s mind. It had nearly burst into tears. If only the pot could cry.
The giant pot did not summon Qing Han. It was the truth! Moreover, this little maiden was a piece of spirit herb. The pot should have cooked her. How could a spirit herb eat the pot instead?
Dumbfounded, everyone stood rooted to the spot, staring at the giant pot behind Feng Ruqing.
‘The Ninth Emperor’s mausoleum is capable of moving and had killed a Holy Warrior?’
Fu Yu’s face drained out of color. His mouth twitched a little and sank into silence, he looked like a punctured balloon, dejected.
Qing Han had rushed up to the giant pot quite a while ago. She bit into the pot, leaving a small hole in the pot.
The giant pot let out a buzzing sound, soared into the sky, and hovered above Feng Ruqing to dodge Qing Han who was still chasing after it.
‘Sob… sob… where on earth did this monster come from? Take her out of here!’
This pot was made of meteorite, but Qing Han had actually bit a hole in it. What were her sharp teeth made of?