"Pfft!"
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed into the air, but the blurry figure instantly merged into the air and vanished.
Invisibility is a rare ability for ordinary martial artists.
But using invisibility in front of an expert like Ian Song is futile—it can't fool his senses at all.
So, he simply aimed a palm strike at the empty air dozens of meters away. With a scream, an entirely nude blonde woman tumbled out of the void and fainted on the spot.
"Let's go!"
Ian Song darted over to Faye Shangguan and Cynthia Murong, grabbed their arms, and soared upward. In an instant, he flew to the top of a building over fifty meters high. After a few swift moves, they vanished completely into the night.
The next morning.
Ian Song appeared alone in the Colorado Desert.
As for Faye Shangguan and Cynthia Murong, he had already sent them back to China on the Silverglow Skiff. However, he used hypnosis to erase their memories of riding the Skiff.
Ian Song isn’t a radical nationalist—at best, he’s a moderate patriot. So he doesn’t have much affection for the United States, which bullies others under the banner of ‘world peace’ and constantly sanctions this country or that.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made such a scene in Los Angeles.
Standing on his flying sword, Ian Song cruised above the desert at a steady speed of five hundred kilometers per hour.
Even though U.S. satellites are powerful, they couldn’t catch him—he deliberately gathered a cloud of water vapor around himself as he flew, so any satellite image would just show a drifting cloud.
It took him less than an hour to locate the alien starship.
Just as expected, the U.S. military had sealed off a fifty-li radius around the ship. Near the vessel, aside from dozens of experts trying to crack it open, two people in particular caught Ian Song’s attention.
One was a towering white man, easily two meters tall.
He radiated a savage, terrifying lightning aura from head to toe, and in his hand he hefted a massive alloy warhammer—its head was bigger than a watermelon.
Ian Song guessed that this burly man must be Thunder God, one of the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs’ five S-Class espers.
The other was a beautiful woman with tawny long hair—a classic Western face, but with unusually delicate skin. Her energy aura wasn’t strong, about the same as Mark, the metal esper Ian had crippled last night.
But she stood right next to Thunder God, chatting with him in a casual tone.
In the world of espers, strength is everything. For this woman to act so relaxed around Thunder God, Ian Song had every reason to suspect she was Medusa—one of the Bureau's five S-Class trump cards.
Still, Ian Song didn’t take either of them seriously.
Thunder God, even at full power, was only about as strong as a Foundation cultivator. As for Medusa, if she hadn’t released her toxins yet, Ian could easily take her out first.
So, after just a glance at the pair, his attention shifted to the alien starship.
The ship was silver-white and oval-shaped.
Its diameter was about sixty meters, and the surface was seamless—no gaps at all. At the moment, a one-centimeter-thick layer of silver-white radiance flowed across its hull.
It was this radiance that had the American experts stumped. They’d tried all sorts of methods, but none could break through the defensive shield.
With a thought, Ian Song activated his Clairvoyant Vision to peer into the ship.
After a brief pause, his Clairvoyant Vision pierced the shield and entered the ship’s interior.
The inside was vast, awash with shifting light and color, full of sci-fi atmosphere.
What surprised Ian Song most was that there were actually aliens inside.
There were three aliens in total, all female and strikingly beautiful. Their hair was green, and their ears were about a third larger than a human’s—and pointed.
They looked just like the elves from movies and online games.
Watching closely, Ian saw that the two older ‘elf women’ treated the younger one with special respect.
The younger elf looked about seventeen or eighteen. Right now, she was frowning at a holographic projection showing the scene outside the ship.
She seemed to be pondering how to deal with the Americans outside.
At this moment, Nissa was deeply troubled. As Princess of the Moon-God people and sole heir to the throne, her mother—the current Moon-God Queen—held her to especially strict standards.
She couldn’t take it anymore, so she secretly took two maids and piloted a starship to slip away from Planet Natura for some fresh air.
She never expected to run into the Coldmoon people’s Seventh Prince, her people’s mortal enemy.
In fact, both the Moon-God people and the Coldmoon people worship the Moon Goddess.
For many years, they were one race. Later, for certain reasons, they split into two.
Among the Moon-God people, women generally hold higher status than men, and only females can be monarch.
But in the Coldmoon people, it’s the opposite—men hold much higher status, and only males can be king.
Because of this, the two races often go to war. But since their strength is evenly matched, thousands of years of fighting have yet to produce a clear victor.
She was the Moon-God people’s sole heir. If she were captured, it would be a massive blow to her people.
That’s why the Coldmoon Seventh Prince hunted her so relentlessly.
The Coldmoon ships were faster than hers, and they outnumbered her by far.
So she could only run.
She ran for five years, but the Seventh Prince clung to her like a shadow.
In those five years, her ship’s energy was almost completely depleted.
Luckily, before her ship ran out of power, she escaped into a wormhole and was transported to an unfamiliar star system.
Then, relying on the last bit of energy, she made it to Earth.
As soon as she entered Earth’s atmosphere, her ship’s energy was completely exhausted, and she crashed in America’s Colorado Desert.
Using the ship’s scanners, she learned a bit about this unfamiliar life planet.
Using the ship’s scanners, she learned a bit about this unfamiliar life planet. She found it incredible that such a tiny world was divided into hundreds of different regimes.
This tiny life planet actually had hundreds of different regimes.
For reference, the Moon-God people rule fifty-eight life planets, and the Coldmoon people rule fifty-seven.
Both the Moon-God and Coldmoon people value nature, so they use Moon Magic to govern their subjects. As for starships and other technology, they buy those from other races.
"What should I do? What should I do?"
“What should I do? What should I do?” Nissa grew increasingly agitated. The ship’s energy was depleted, and the only thing keeping the shield up was the ship’s backup power—enough for three days at most. Once that ran out, the three of them wouldn’t stand a chance against the Americans outside.
Nissa’s anxiety grew. The ship’s energy was already exhausted, and the only thing maintaining the protective shield was its built-in backup—enough to last at most three days. Once that ran out, the three of them would be helpless against the Americans outside.
She herself had only reached third-level Moon Magic, while her two maids were merely fourth-level mages.