Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1365 628: Guests of the Portable Residence

"Within my realm, I am the master! Ho ho ha ha!" Li Banfeng laughed heartily.

A shadow walked over and said, "Enough laughing, come over and lend a hand, so many corpses are hard to move!"

More than sixty three-headed people were cleaned up by Li Banfeng. After moving the corpses, Gloves tidied up the battlefield briefly.

Gloves really worked hard: "Master, teach me the Shape and Shadow Suspension Technique, I need to create some clones. It's too exhausting to do all this alone."

"You want to learn the Shape and Shadow Suspension Technique?" Li Banfeng seriously asked Gloves.

"Of course." Gloves felt it was just a joke, and shouldn't be taken so seriously.

"Then you must become my apprentice!"

"Sure," Gloves didn't mind; becoming the master's apprentice wasn't impossible.

"Let's prepare then, you can start your apprenticeship now!" Li Banfeng became more earnest.

"Master, stop joking, it's not the time for an apprenticeship now."

"It's not the time?" Li Banfeng was angry, "You're not sincere about learning, so I won't teach you."

Gloves looked carefully at Li Banfeng and realized he wasn't joking; his state was peculiar, resembling his mental state in Gourd Village.

The Crazy Cultivation Skill seemingly had residual effects; Li Banfeng hadn't fully freed himself from the technique's influence.

"Master, didn't we just finish the battle? These shadows should be gathered."

"Gather them for what? It's rare for everyone to be together; it's so lively!" Li Banfeng, with dozens of shadows, ran wildly across the wilderness.

Along the way, the shadows chatted and laughed, the atmosphere was festive like New Year's.

"Is today New Year?"

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, so not yet."

"How can it not be? The 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, it's time to honor the Seventh Master. We are all Li Qi; today definitely counts as New Year for us."

"I really want to see the temple fair; at Third Ridge, we Li Qi are the most eye-catching!"

"You were shining just now!"

"Really?" The shadow looked carefully at itself, "I might have reflected Heavenly Light."

Li Banfeng turned and said, "You're not allowed to go home until you've fully absorbed the Heavenly Light!"

Everyone charged toward the boundary, seeing Coachman and Lu Qianjiao surrounded by over two hundred three-headed people.

Coachman gripped the shaft, using the Trample Over Thousands of Rivers Technique, trying to drive back the three-headed people, but its power was quite limited; to Li Banfeng, it was not much stronger than a big signal firecracker.

Though Li Banfeng was mentally unstable, he knew not to ridicule Coachman directly; Coachman's willingness to attack was significant respect.

Li Banfeng, leading the shadows into the crowd, shouted to Coachman, "You go first, don't worry about me, I can escape, um..."

Before he finished speaking, Coachman had already left.

Once Li Banfeng led the shadows in, he disrupted the formation of the three-headed people, allowing Coachman to escape without hesitation.

Lu Qianjiao glanced at Li Banfeng, "Brother, your, uh..."

"No need to say more, leave quickly!" Li Banfeng impatiently waved his hand.

Lu Qianjiao still had to watch Coachman, fearing he might ditch the cart and flee, so she hurriedly chased after him.

Li Banfeng alone, with the shadows, fought against over two hundred three-headed people.

The Sergeant immediately ordered, "First..."

He wanted to say the first tactic, but before he could, three shadows rushed up, each taking a head, slitting all three necks.

According to tactical regulations, without the Sergeant, the Deputy Soldier Leader would take over command.

As soon as the Deputy Soldier Leader spoke, two shadows used the Path-breaking Technique to cleave him apart.

With the Deputy Soldier Leader gone, command fell to the two Centurions.

The remaining two Centurions looked at each other, neither speaking.

Opening their mouths seemed like death; no matter their execution skills, no one wanted to die.

Without a commander, the combat effectiveness of these two hundred three-headed people diminished significantly, creating chaos with Li Banfeng's shadows.

If it was chaos, none could match Li Banfeng. The more they fought, the more disadvantageous it became for the two hundred, with increasing casualties.

Just as the breakthrough seemed near, a group ran over from afar.

The Centurion shouted, "Reinforcements are here, brothers, fight them!"

Reinforcements genuinely arrived.

Nearby, not just three thousand No Sin Army existed; over eight thousand were only held up by the Peddler. They planned a full assault tonight; if they truly stormed the mountain, not a single one of the ten thousand three-headed people would survive.

Now, the Peddler couldn't hold them; he lingered on the mountain, neither advancing nor retreating, but the three-headed people noticed something was amiss and sent pursuers.

Gloves wasn't worried; the battle situation favored them, giving Li Banfeng plenty of chances to escape: "Let them chase; we can shake off these three-headed people now; those coming later won't catch up with the Master even exhausted!"

Li Banfeng disagreed.

"Run? Why run? That would lose the momentum!"

"Master, what are you doing? Master, we can't go crazy like this, Master..."

Li Banfeng didn't flee. He left some shadows to continue fighting and charged with the rest towards the three-headed army.

"It's not possible, Master!"

Facing thousands of troops!

Gloves was in despair, unsure what to do with all the Magical Treasures.

Seeing Li Banfeng charging head-on, the three-headed army was stunned; they couldn't identify this tactic.

Unable to identify, the three-headed people had fixed responses, the Sergeant ordered the third tactic, where Armored would block, forming an encirclement with Fighters, a key tactic against enemy charges.