Chapter 56: A Sharp Sword in the Palm
“What? Surprised? You're allowed to treat the Qingyun Realm as a training ground, so why can't the cultivators of the Qingyun Realm treat the Holy Realm as a training ground? How ridiculous!” Luo Fang's voice grew colder and colder.
Although her face remained calm, a careful observer could still see the faint satisfaction in her eyes—a look of having finally gotten what she wanted.
On the way to the Northern Camp, Changtian did two things: first, he sent out scouts far and wide to survey the terrain and find out who Dong Zhuo's reinforcements were, how many troops they had, and where they had reached.
“And besides, I'm at least the head of a sect now! What about you? You're just a tiny Peak Master, and you're putting on airs in front of me?” Han Xiao continued to drop shocking remarks.
Among the martial artists who noticed Ye Xingchen's great future potential were those seated in the Supreme Seats.
Although this cave had long been abandoned, the people who had been here weren't so quick to change their living habits.
Down below, besides the strongest disciples from a few known factions, there were others from various forces, including the strange young man in a black robe and his ilk.
Wu Qiaoyun slowly emerged from the flower bushes, staring coldly at Han Xiao, a hint of anger flickering in her eyes.
Everyone finally panicked. On this Crystal Element Star, there was only this one Teleportation Array. Never mind them—it seemed likely that everyone on the entire Crystal Element Star would be trapped here.
“Heavens! That pot weighs four or five jin, and you poured it all into one pot?” Farmer and Se Nong were so shocked their hair stood on end.
“Behind you!” Liu Yong suddenly shouted, the gun in his hand spitting fire as he fired a three-round burst, then charged forward like a whirlwind.
Golden characters floated in the depths of Yuanmu's eyes, like constellations in the night sky—unfathomable, hiding mysteries.
Without holding back, he pushed with all his strength. A heavy rumbling sound rang out as the stone door finally began to slowly open inward.
“Th-this is impossible!” Old Li looked as if he had seen a ghost. He fired another burst from his machine gun, but when the bullets ran out, Ji Yun remained unharmed.
Of course, it wasn't impossible to have Qingzhu return to the mansion for a post, but the position was neither high nor low, which made it rather awkward.
There was a premise here: a conjecture about whether the space where the Yun Sect's mountain gate was located was actually an independent world.
The people nearby had missing arms or legs, and the ground was blasted with craters everywhere—it was truly devastating.
“If you don't agree to let me do it, you can do it yourself later. But before you leave this inn, you must ‘die’ once. It's been a long time since your last ‘death,’ so consider it a ‘rest.’” The Great Sage spoke.
He didn't know why he had come here, nor did he want to know. He only knew that he was willing to give everything to turn back the clock—even his dignity, even his life.
If Shi Yue had been here, he would have sighed in admiration. No wonder Rulai had come in person. With Dapeng's divine powers and cultivation, anyone who could subdue him would have come already; those who couldn't would just be delivering themselves as prey. The combined strength of the three demon kings definitely required Rulai's personal intervention.
In an instant, they separated again, darting nimbly through the holes in the rockeries on either side, now and then letting out piercing cries like a symphony.
It could be said that the sages had not appeared, but who would have thought that Heavenly Dao Hongjun, who was even above the sages, would manifest to preach? The Calamity of Huaguo Mountain was over, and Shi Yue was fated to face five hundred years of tribulation! What did that truly mean?
But only the princess at the side let a barely perceptible gleam flash through her eyes, then turned shy and coy again.
“Brother, they're the ones who started it!” The young master impatiently jumped out of the car and kicked off the opening remarks.
Although he knew that a Three-Soul Half-Immortal was terrifying, neither Jue Xin nor the elders of the Xuantian Sword Sect he had seen had displayed such overwhelming power. Their auras were incredibly strong, but Xuan Yue still found it hard to believe.
Looking at the young master Eighth Liang, who wore a kind smile, the elder at the front shook his head, his face twisted in pain as he wailed with tears in his eyes.
The Third Hokage had originally planned to give it to Naruto after he grew up, but since he now knew Naruto's secret, he handed it over.
The four hundred personal guards roared in unison, their voices resounding across the battlefield, drowning out the clamor and screams of the fierce fighting.
Believe me, those young ladies have formed an offensive and defensive alliance. Zhou Zixiu's days are definitely not going to be easy.
Just thinking about living a puppet-like life without freedom made Ye Chenyi hate it deeply. He was truly tired of that life everyone envied—no one could understand the bitterness and pain within.
Lu Lingmashan quickly responded, smiling at An Ruo as he took her hand, finally slowing down his pace.
The gu worm was still inside the body. Even the most advanced medical equipment could only catch a glimpse of it occasionally.
Black people have a natural advantage in sprinting. Allen was determined to win the championship and looked down on all the other athletes, including Xie Chunfeng.
“Are you going to kill him?” Luo Qinghan didn't answer her question, instead turning her gaze to Yun Yi, who was nervously watching the stage.