Chapter 55
As Che Wuyou was about to return to the southern carriage, a mysterious middle-aged man suddenly appeared before him—so mysteriously that it seemed he had materialized out of thin air. Wen Yongguan was in a similar situation; in dire circumstances, he had to activate a secret technique to double his strength.
"Fang Yan, you don't blame me for taking the initiative, do you?" After Lin Rushi’s figure vanished, Xiyan asked Fang Yan cautiously.
They dared not offend the Tang people now; if the Tangs lent more support to their mortal enemy, the Floran Kingdom, they would be annihilated.
For more than ten minutes, nearly twenty or thirty wolves failed to escape and were all killed. Huo Qing, Ren Qingkuang, and others leapt out from the formation to slaughter the remaining wolves. The ground was soon littered with the bodies of snow wolves.
Although Uncle Lin had explained to him at last night’s banquet that the bloodline of dragons was faint—after a female dragon laid her eggs, she would leave them to fend for themselves, while the male dragon would disappear after the female became pregnant, paying no heed—this knowledge still lingered in his mind.
Night Spirit’s expression twisted fiercely as he suddenly spread his arms, emitting dazzling light from within his body, igniting his core pill to push his cultivation to its utmost limit.
Super sects rarely engage in battle to avoid mutual depletion of resources, which would greatly weaken both sides and only benefit opportunists amid their mutual destruction.
Unfortunately, peace had reigned for so long across the Four Seas that there were now few opportunities for him to ride out and quell rebellious subjects.
Yet now, everything was nearly falling perfectly into place. Not only had he comprehended the method to refine that pill, but his spiritual power had broken through to the fifth rank. However, time was running out—what choice did he have?
Several palace masters chatted and suddenly noticed two Supreme Elders intently focused on two separate spots.
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"What... does this mean?" Bai Qiushui was stunned, and not only him but also Cheng Yingying and He Tao shared his bewilderment.
Since he could go out fishing for others, he must not have been seriously injured. She felt somewhat reassured and found a large stone to sit and wait.
But you were still cautious, secretly tampering with the recording to capture our 'conspiracy.'
"Look, it’s this," Rona showed everyone the shard of glass. "I don’t even know how it got onto the sculpture."
Bai Xuefei was too indifferent to care; after freshening up, she went to the kitchen for some porridge, just as He Zishan returned.
He was filled with wild and profound love for her, lowering his head to fervently kiss her lips, intertwining their tongues.
At this moment, Qin Li no longer felt the initial anger and restlessness, but rather regret and fear.
She had originally wanted Yu Tingxue to drive the young man out, but seeing how arrogant he was—daring to strike even Master Wu—she knew he must be formidable. Besides, so many guests had witnessed the scene; it was too late to send him away now. So she gave up.
Upon hearing Wang Yue’s promise, the soldiers below showed excitement on their faces, while those behind revealed regret.
No matter how anxious, they could only wait and continue patrolling, attempting to keep the news concealed as long as possible.
Around the towering ancient trees of the Jiuyi Mountain Range, human figures could sometimes be seen chasing beasts back and forth; occasionally, a person would be chased in a panic by a huge ferocious beast, fleeing with their tail between their legs.
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Old Master Chang had been sitting in the northwest corner of the plaza the entire time, constantly worrying about his precious child. But now that the child had successfully entered the Extremes Realm, no amount of worry would help. Hearing Dugu Chunyu’s words, Old Master Chang found them somewhat hard to believe.
“That’s not necessarily so. The Immortal Sect came well prepared this time. I heard two strong young masters are among their rising talents,” remarked a burly man with a full beard.
With this thought, Ye Zhuo patted his chest, realizing he hadn’t carried any spiritual herbs lately. Looking around in disappointment—here near the Phoenix Valley secret chamber, there were only forged and unrefined spirit ores, but no spiritual herbs for him to experiment with. He would have to wait until returning to the Wu Character Valley.
The stars no longer twinkled before him. Resigned, he got up, brushing dust from his clothes, only to find Zhao Huasheng standing dazed, back turned to him, staring blankly at the wall.
“Heh, you say you suspected it all along?” Gu Yuefang sneered, believing Chen Feng’s words were mere ramblings before death. When he had assassinated Chen Feng, he had disguised himself perfectly; even Chen Tiannan and others had not detected him. How could Chen Feng have guessed it was him?
Xia Mingfeng and others had been living in the clan for about a month, spending their days wandering the mountains and waters, with the clan’s grand competition drawing nearer.
The instant the bone staff clashed against the luminous hand, a powerful energy swept through the great hall, causing it to tremble violently as a roaring sound echoed continuously. As the energy diffused, the giant luminous hand suddenly clenched, capturing the bone staff firmly.
Compared to directly increasing his strength like the giant ape Yuan Wu, the benefits he received seemed negligible. However, Chen Feng did not know that this seemingly insignificant advantage laid the foundation for his future transformative abilities.