Chapter 45

The gigantic silver eye turned toward the source of the sound, where a boundless, omnipresent rainbow light vaguely existed, yet seemed to be nothing at all.

One could say that Lin Chu's words left Zhang Wei utterly dumbfounded. He had never considered so many things; he simply wanted to play professionally and fight for the glorious trophy of the world championship. Never did he expect that the guy in front of him would have already weighed and considered so much on his behalf.

Chatting with someone plunged into the absolute depths of despair like Zhang Wei required breaking conventional rules. Given Lin Chu's actual personality, the two of them would never have found common ground.

The battle on the Jiangnan Mountains entered a fiercely white-hot stage, while the Jiangnan New District was shrouded in a heavy, oppressive rainstorm.

After all, he himself did not wish to draw too much attention and subsequently be targeted by the Great Zhao royal family, or even the Great Zhou imperial court.

Before those wildly ecstatic reporters could send out that "explosive" news from inside the movie theater, the film had already officially begun.

The fleeing ninja immediately noticed Hoshigaki Kisame blocking his path, and his expression turned terribly unsightly. However, he immediately stopped and simultaneously formed hand seals with both eyes.

His gaze shifted from that flawless, jade-like finger to the Jade Heart Sword; her swordsmanship truly was ghostly and unpredictable.

This was repeated several times, and the tapping felt like a parting curfew bell, portending the arrival of death.

"Jiang Xuejuan, what are your plans for the future?" Disregarding Luo Yao, Mu Xichen turned his head to study Jiang Xuejuan. Having been away from home for so long, she had no idea if her parents knew she had left, nor whether they were worried about her.

Everyone was slightly startled. Increasing skill attack power was practically the trump card skill of internal energy sects, but he was not very familiar with this poison attribute.

That spot was scalding hot, registering a higher temperature than anywhere else. He Changdi was naturally sensitive in his ears, and being touched like this by his beloved caused his entire body to stiffen instantly, all his hot blood rushing toward a single place in an
instant.

Upon hearing Poseidon's reply, Tang Feng said no more and turned his gaze to Old Man James, who was also an ally.

Hearing Tang Feng's question, the man was just about to answer "correct," but before the word could leave his mouth, he was interrupted by Tang Feng's stern roar.

In merely an instant, Tang Feng crossed hundreds of meters and appeared directly beside Cillilike, who had expanded to his absolute limit and was on the verge of exploding. Immediately afterward, Tang Feng let out a loud roar and directly unleashed two Dragon God Art ultimate moves.

Kemu also quickly squatted down to support Mu Xichen's nearly collapsing body, looking at him expressionlessly. "Your body simply cannot withstand the formation you just cast; your vital energy has been completely squeezed dry, leaving not a shred behind."

Old Dowager He also knew that the Northern border garrison maintained strict discipline, so she did not make things difficult and even gave instructions to Chu Lian.

Hua Mian continued to chase and strike Zili in a huff, but her raised arm was suddenly grabbed by a powerful, large hand, and the next moment she was fiercely pulled into an embrace.

Thus, Tang Feng smiled and cast an understanding look at Trey, while also offering a slight smile to Tatamu to ease the awkwardness between father and son. Then, Tang Feng withdrew his gaze and looked at the various ores arrayed around him.

With that, the group left the private room once more. Their whereabouts were all closely observed by the men sent by Xu Tiantang and reported back to him.

Seeing Long Yun make this move, Bai Lingxin hesitated for a moment before firmly grabbing Long Yun's hand. Long Yun felt a bit puzzled by Bai Lingxin's grip, wondering what she intended to do.

Shi Shuiyue gently pushed him away, light-footedly squatted down, lifted a roof tile, and looked inside.

A few days later, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the Heavenly Court. For a time, all kinds of celestial flowers blossomed together, various immortal birds gathered around the Dragon-Phoenix Hall to sing loudly, multicolored clouds shrouded the sky above the Dragon-Phoenix Hall for a long time, and brilliant golden light and auspicious vapors filled the entire palace.

Upon discovering that the surveillance steward had left, the three Taoist priests all breathed sighs of relief. The old Taoist was momentarily at a loss for words, when he suddenly blurted out: "When the Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara was practicing deep Prajna Paramita..." Before he could recite the next line, he suddenly heard muffled chuckling sounds from behind.

At this moment, the young master looked as though she had been struck by lightning and abruptly turned her head. As a crisp chime of bells rang out, she seemed to care deeply about that blue-haired youth.

A short while after waking up, Huang Wan gradually recovered her physical strength, and understanding her plight, she managed to crawl out of the coffin and climb out of the grave pit, gritting her teeth to persevere. Under the moonlight, the biting cold wind whipped up snowflakes right into her face, waking her mind even further. Consumed by intolerable hunger and thirst, she cupped snow into her mouth to quench her thirst. Though weak and feeble, she still inched her way forward, crawling toward the village one difficult step at a time.

Bouts between swordsmen mostly require no superfluous words of embellishment; sword techniques, sword momentum, and sword intent are precisely the ways swordsmen converse.

Because Long Yun had just been retrieving his purple-gold darts, he had no time to react before being surrounded by the uncle, Liu Yuan, and Lin Yujie.

After catching the steward and questioning him, they learned that Zhao Guangming had already left and gone to Lingyun Temple, located ten miles outside the mountain.

Zhou Yong was a very honest and simple-minded fellow without any scheming thoughts. Furthermore, Zhou Yong was astonishingly discovered to be a cultivation genius, except that the path he was cultivating on was incorrect. If guided onto the righteous path, he would surely achieve great things in the future.

If previously he had only come to slay the water monster for the sake of the camp's safety, now there was an additional reason: perhaps he could discover the cause behind the emergence of mutated individuals from the water monster.

"Judging by your tone, it seems you've pulled off quite a few jobs? Were the previous incidents all your doing?" Yue Ge's icy gaze locked onto the other party.

In his own words, he was actually a particularly lazy person; if he could sleep a little longer, he was definitely the type who resolutely refused to wake up early.

Many times when he mischievously wanted to go to places he shouldn't, the old Taoist could always appear at the very first moment to stop him. Moreover, in the secluded place where they once lived, he had never seen outsiders set foot, except for the final time when the illusion shattered.

At least compared to the autocratic county vice-magistrate, and compared to their own chief constable who always favored inaction, this strange-haired youth before them made them feel a surge of youthful vigor and a sharp edge.

Fang Ming was also at a loss. He turned back to glance at Meng Nuo, but following Huo Yan's instructions to ignore him, he simply walked on and paid him no further mind.