Chapter 106: The Drama Queen Elder

As the sound fell, Fordrier seemed to teleport abruptly behind Zhen Shifeng, delivering a heavy punch that swept through the air and struck fiercely at Feng Ge’s head.

Being a saint of the Katu tribe, he was undoubtedly well-versed in numerous ancestral techniques, some of which were naturally strange and astonishing.

Thus, the moment I returned home, I immediately took out the sacred artifact that Old Master Cui had taught me and began to study it.

“Guards, take Pound away. A traitor who breaks his word is of no use to us.” Lü Bu, of course, did not truly intend to kill Pound; otherwise, he would not have gone to such lengths to wager with him. Lü Bu simply did not want Pound to voice his demands, for he would never agree to them.

Luo Ping suddenly turned around, pointed to his head, and laughed, “You should know him. Back then, I heard that Shopkeeper Wu had a sword immortal as a master. I shamelessly lingered here drinking for a year, hoping to meet the sword immortal, but fate did not allow it. However, I did forge a friendship with Shopkeeper Wu.” Luo Ping made his point briefly and left it at that.

Such obsession is not something a narrow-minded person would pursue. The worldly wise retreat when the situation is hopeless, but history often remembers the former—even if the outcome is unsatisfactory, it is their heroic sacrifice that is immortalized.

Wei Yue spoke with the tone of a seasoned wanderer, finally feeling that he had bested Xu Jiangnan in one respect. His triumphant expression was unmistakable.

At that moment, he finally saw the visitor’s face clearly, his eyes wide with disbelief, unable to trust what he was seeing.

When they saw Dong Kui neither rebut nor deny, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, their hearts… shattered.

“Alright.” Zhang Yi wrote a number on paper and handed it over, then apologized repeatedly before rising to leave.

Cultivation strengthens the human body, but essentially, it alters the cellular structure. On a deeper level, genes are forcibly and passively modified over time.

Seeing the confident expression on Emperor Wu’s face, Wu Mingyang was momentarily stunned. Could his father be secretly nurturing some prodigy?

The third option was most fitting: Bai Chengcheng continued to mass-produce new forms of life. After all, on the Perseus battlefield, residual soul energy and fungal materials flowed like a river into the Silver Alliance.

Bai Chengcheng kept his head lowered. Fang Xinghang noticed that Bai’s mother was actually reluctant, tears shimmering in her eyes as she deliberately avoided looking back, fearing others might see. Beyond this point, there was no turning back.

Suddenly, the eyes of the Four Saints flashed with a mysterious light before they all opened wide and each spewed forth a beam of light.

On this grassland, whether the Wuhuan, Qiang, Di, or Xianbei tribes, their dominance came from their unparalleled horsemanship and countless cavalry.

“Disciple here!” At the order, Shan Chuanlu, standing by Liu Yan’s side, immediately darkened and gritted his teeth, then suddenly leapt onto the arena.

On the peak of the Divine Altar Pool, everyone stared at the Supreme Divine Altar with shock, speechless for a long while.

Yet beneath his seemingly calm exterior, his heart remained frozen—cold enough to wither all life.

“We’re all inside the prince’s mansion, and with Xiu Yun and Xiu Li by my side, it should be fine. Besides, only you recognize that maid. If you don’t go, who will?” Pu Tao replied, not threatening death but posing the question in return.

Indeed, the rising sun was not harsh; the temperature was just right, casting only a warm glow upon the body.

Jue Danzi sneered. While the laughter sect master was formidable, he was no saint himself. Armed with the tenth-ranked Shenwu Heavenly Fire, Senluo Silver Flame, and backed by many elders of the Medicine King Valley, even if they couldn’t defeat the sect master, he couldn’t defeat them either.

However, he was unaware that Xia Zixuan was no longer the naive girl she once was. Sweet words meant nothing to her now; she sought real power.

He Mingxi, lost in thought about Lin Yiran, completely ignored the car ahead, and in the next moment, collided violently with it. The impact propelled her body upward, jolting her from her heavy memories.

“Snake Master, when General Cheng contacts the island later, I will relay this situation. But what decision he makes, I cannot guarantee,” Liu Weiguo pondered before replying to Snake Master.

“Madman, truly a madman!” Gemu furiously slapped his own face, hopping and jumping as he walked away. Cheng Liping, drenched in cold sweat, glanced back at the old woman blasted to pieces, sighed silently, and followed Gemu.

“Since that’s the case, everyone can safely return, right?” Qin Jian took the imperial decree, put it away, and addressed the crowd.

In the center were rows of computers resembling an internet café, with mercenaries clad in camouflage and mysterious assassins operating them.

After speaking, she fixed her gaze on Wei Suo, hoping to read something from his face—unfortunately, he remained composed, showing no panic or sign of trouble.

The new commander’s tone was casual, not inquisitive, but the underlying meaning in his words was unmistakable.

Li An was no fool; he had an almost perfect disguise. As long as he stayed still, Fatty would hardly notice him.

Ling’er realized her words had been harsh and quickly withdrew her hand. Looking at the completely destroyed cave, her anger only grew.

Luo Yu nodded but felt a pang of regret: a martial emperor reduced to an ordinary person. With this thought, the weight on his shoulders seemed to grow heavier. With the sect master no longer a formidable force, the chance to defeat Yang’s followers diminished by one.

Gu Yun gave a low shout as golden droplets inside his body instantly transformed into powerful energy. A vast amount of energy surged through his meridians toward the longsword clenched in his hands.

This incident, the most sensational of the year, had certainly reached their ears. Yet, who could compare to Xu Mo, who had witnessed nearly the entire process? Answering questions was easier for him, and revealing some secrets only increased his weight in their eyes.

As the ship docked, those who had been confined aboard for eleven days poured onto the land like chickens and ducks freed from their coop.

For a moment, Dibo just wanted to find a deserted corner to hide, as if hundreds or thousands of strange eyes and mouths were accusing him loudly.

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