A few months passed in the blink of an eye. It was February 2nd, year 3882 of the Holy Dragon Calendar.
The most festive day of the year on the Holy Dragon Continent had arrived. Everyone was talking about the festival.
The commotion caused by Zhang Xing had already been forgotten. Most people thought that he was dead.
The spies of the Foss Kingdom were no longer as serious as before. They even started to complain.
Why did you all go back to celebrate the festival with your wives and children, leaving us single people here? We have lovers too.
As for that Zhang Xing, he was already dead. Why was he still here? Even if he was not dead, he would have been crippled.
The self detonation of an Exalt Realm expert was no joke.
According to the investigation, many monks who were a hundred meters away were killed on the spot. Zhang Xing was only ten meters away.
The only pity was that the Foss Kingdom was not the only one looking for the six seventh-grade dragons.
People from other third-grade kingdoms were also looking for them, hoping to get their hands on them.
Unfortunately, the world was so big that no one could find a trace of the giant dragon.
Zhang Xing's enemies spent half a year happily. On February 2nd, they decorated the streets with lanterns and banquets.
It was said that the Morgan family had started the celebration a month in advance. They invited all the families that had been oppressed by Zhang Xing, regardless of their size.
Pratt sighed when he saw how proper they were. He wiped away the tears on Na Bao's face to comfort her.
Redbud City had always been in a depressed state. The acting city lord, Andro, the deputy commander of the Battle Dragon Army, Solina, Tina, Fei 'er, Xue' er … and so on.
Some of them forced a smile and led their subordinates to work normally every day. Some of them hid in the dark and cried secretly.
"Zhang Xing, I believe that you're still alive. You can always create miracles. You did it in the past, now, and in the future …"
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"It's February 2nd again. I'm celebrating my eighth birthday alone. I'm also celebrating my ninth birthday alone."
Under the starry night sky, a lonely young man traveled through the major cities of the Foss Kingdom.
"I wonder how Redbud City is doing. Are they all okay?
Is Na Bao still sneaking out of home to play in unfamiliar places? "
This youth was none other than Zhang Xing.
That's right, he didn't die. How could such obvious signs of self-destruction escape his divine will?
Zhang Xing had originally planned to kill all the people that the Crown Prince had brought with him, and then gather the Magical Beast Army again to compete with the Foss Kingdom.
He knew that the Magical Beast Army, which was of a different level and had not undergone any training, would not be able to win this battle.
The Magical Beast Army could only launch surprise attacks, but in the face of a regular army with tight defenses, especially the more powerful Foz Empire, their chances of victory were slim.
That said, the moment the Venerable One was about to self-destruct, Zhang Xing had a flash of inspiration, and he came up with an idea to stall for time.
If he didn't die, the Fox Empire would definitely send an army to attack the City of Infinite Martial.
Of course, they wouldn't destroy the Wan Wu Country. They just wanted to capture Zhang Xing in the name of avenging the Crown Prince.
At that time, the first to be implicated would be Na Bao's family and some good friends in Violet Thistle City.
As for the Emperor and the various large guilds, they wouldn't go to war with the Foss Kingdom because of him. They didn't have the ability to fight.
Therefore, Zhang Xing hid in Dragon Island and pretended to be killed by the explosion. Black Treasure and the rest also cooperated with him to put on a show.
Then, Zhang Xing disguised himself and went to the Foss Kingdom. He left teleportation marks in their important cities while secretly observing their military situation.