29 Avril Meets the Xie Parents

Luo Ting thought of Mo Song and sat down casually, taking another item from her storage elixir pouch: a medicinal pill.

It turned out that just after the two of them had rushed into the great hall one after another, Long Xing had tossed countless talismans in all directions, as if deliberately trying to lure something out.

Lin Qing was fortunate; he successfully broke away from the common soldiers and emerged as a victor, whereas behind him, countless others remained nameless and forgotten.

Mo Song was not the "bad student" many teachers described. He had no need to curry favor with class monitors, so it mattered little to him who held such titles. It was all the same to him.

While the border troops fought tooth and nail, White Wolf was quietly gathering strength in the shadows, preparing to deliver a devastating blow to the enemy. In previous skirmishes, he had already perfected the experiment of using wind elemental energy to disperse the gray mist.

Looking at her now—disheartened and lost, as if she had misplaced something of great importance—one could only wonder what exactly had transpired throughout the day.

Did he want to live? Of course he did. Surely the Dragon Soul wanted to survive; otherwise, why go to such lengths? Why not simply wait for death from the start?

Seeing the youth, who clearly was not someone to be trifled with, call out to her, she asked with a touch of trepidation.

Mo Song glanced at the others; it seemed no different from the second before he had entered that place with the screen.

Lord Jiang ordered his "egg-son" minions to protect him. Both sides took to the air, engaging in a desperate struggle. The sounds of their combat echoed against the cave walls, amplified infinitely until they were deafening. With the flickering shadows of ghosts, it seemed as if thousands of troops were locked in fierce battle.

Ning Yuanzheng led a thousand Black Cloud Cavalry into the city, sent by Huang Shide specifically to clean up the aftermath for Su Qiong. Under their strict control, all remaining remnants of the Sword Army were gathered into the city’s largest barracks to be lectured by Su Qiong.

This punch was aimed directly at his opponent’s face, delivered with seventy or eighty percent of his total strength. Against an average junior martial artist, forty or fifty percent would have been enough to finish them, but Lin Jie was a formidable opponent; he had to be more cautious.

Even though the Four-Winged Spirit Demon reacted with lightning speed, its demonic essence vibrating, a shallow gash was still carved into its side-neck. This only fueled its rage; it tried to turn back to seize the Heavenly Sword but failed. By the time it turned around again, Su Qiong and Taotie had already taken the opportunity to descend into the vast sea of fire.

Baxia coordinated with Taotie’s offensive, supplementing it with the phantom of a great stele, while the Fearless Seal continued to hammer at that empty space.

Teacher Song, standing to the side, was absolutely stunned! Could this really be happening? These aggressive members of the Parent Council had been neutralized by Ding Yu with a few sentences that sounded like complete nonsense?

"Enough nonsense. What exactly do you want?" I took the copper coin sword from my back, placed the scabbard on the ground, and asked the man in the bamboo hat.

Just then, Ding Yu flipped his palm, and a jade bottle appeared in his hand.

A dwarven elder burst into their field of vision, hands clasped behind his back and shoulders hunched in a mock-serious manner, steadily taking up the other side’s point.

Ding Yu had not only planted a mark on Lawrence’s consciousness but had also branded his very soul. From this moment on, Lawrence, once the fifth star-general of Osiris, was completely subjugated at Ding Yu’s feet, incapable of even the slightest thought of betrayal.

The night at Wuning Cliff was incredibly tranquil; apart from the chirping of insects, there was no other movement.

After hearing the commands of the Divine Dragon Sha Lord, Wizard Zhuoga and the Golden Lion Beast ceased their fighting, each flying back to their own camps to arrange for the next day's events.

Meanwhile, the former master and servant were locked in a fierce battle within the East Pole Mystic Rock Palace, where they had lived together for ten thousand years. Their strength had each grown since their first clash in the First Heaven, but as it stood, they remained evenly matched.

"Let's follow them now," Lei Yi said as he walked out. Kasius and Blanollas followed suit.

He frowned, surprised that his opponent refused to concede even now. Generally speaking, since Guluo had already displayed power that could not be compared to mere Qi-gathering, continuing the fight would only result in a pathetic defeat, no matter how long he held out; it would be more dignified to concede now.

"Sir, I do not know which galaxy your planet is located in. If we were to form an alliance with Earth, how long would it take to station a diplomatic ambassador?" Nick Fury had come with a mission; although S.H.I.E.L.D. was a highly autonomous organization, it was still constrained by the upper echelons of the United States.

Blue and purple lights flashed simultaneously. A second later, Blanollas and Blake had appeared beside Gaia.

Xuantong Liuer and his fellow disciples had seen plenty of scenes on their journey to retrieve the scriptures and subdue demons. Realizing the danger based on the monks' gazes, they began to monitor their every move closely, guarding their master all the way to the Living Buddha Gelu.

"Are you the Yamata no Orochi?" the Flame Dragon Warrior asked curiously, looking at the eight-headed snake monster on the ground. Zhang Shaofei knew of the Yamata no Orochi, as it was featured in many books.

"Your strength is still too weak. It seems your training needs to be intensified," Reils said coldly.

I struggled to move my body, only to find my feet felt as though they had been glued to the ground, unable to budge.

Cao Tianjiao showed no impatience or annoyance toward the loud voices and regional accents of these people; on the contrary, she chimed in with the elders at every turn, coaxing them until they were beaming with joy.

Bai Yue leaned down, first examining this ghost—a very ordinary yet extraordinary male ghost. He was young, with no resentment on him, looking no different from a living person. He appeared to be in the state of a soul that had not yet fully transformed into a ghost, as if it were the soul of someone who had just died and left their body.

As she spoke, Mordred’s body slowly turned into golden light, vanishing before the King’s disbelieving eyes! This person who had sought revenge against her, this person who had caused the downfall of Britain, had just died like this? She hadn't been punished for the trouble she caused, she hadn't fulfilled her duties as a father—how could she just die like this?

The neighboring No. 3 Middle School was indeed the old rival of all the various clubs at No. 4 Middle School. Practically every club in both schools that could compete had faced off against each other, progressing together through competition.

Tian Chu secretly inched closer to Bai Yue. Bai Yue pretended not to notice, and with this tacit permission, Tian Chu’s boldness grew.

This was why special goods from different islands along the Grand Line often yielded massive profits once they reached the market.

A loud explosion echoed. Everyone looked toward the source and saw that Jura had defeated Kagura and then, very sensibly, chose to forfeit and concede.

About six minutes later, the fleet Harut was part of broke away from the main force, gradually approaching Black Earth Island.