Chapter 63: I Have My Own Plans Now
This petrification status can be described as a terribly overpowered crowd-control skill. As long as no one attacks, the petrified state will persist indefinitely; even if an ally attacks their own teammate, they must first exhaust the petrification value on the player's body.
"My master will no longer take in disciples. I suppose there must be some other purpose behind it," Zhang Wei said.
His formidable Ace-tier 10 strength, which was enough to astonish even Xia Fan, was truly nothing more than a fart in front of Xia Fan, a Primordial Energy Master.
Shi Jian was stunned for only a brief moment before immediately bolting through the door. He sprinted toward the place thick with blood qi, running straight ahead without the slightest hesitation.
"He said that if we happen to run into you, we should tell you to protect yourselves well and, moreover, to avenge the Kanling Clan," Old Di said, though he was chuckling inwardly. This was entirely fabricated; he didn't even know what that leader was called.
At such moments, the ball of black fog deep within the elixir field would always grow restless, stirring violently and disrupting the formation of the pulse rings, as if the two were born to be utterly incompatible.
Judging solely by destructive power and overwhelming momentum, it was far more formidable than what Zheng Ming had displayed. The most important thing was that he had no obvious weaknesses, nor any abilities that could distinctly counter him.
The chubby shopkeeper glanced at Duan Ran and immediately lowered his gaze, thinking to himself that he truly lived up to his reputation as a super freak who could utterly crush Feng Ruoran.
"W-where are we going?" he asked quite uneasily, his eyes darting restlessly back and forth, the bruised spots on his face throbbing with a dull ache.
Needless to say, even people like Ya'er, Spicy Strip, and Meiniang were extremely shocked by such damage. After all, with such a terrifying amount of damage, it would be a miracle if they didn't die instantly upon being hit.
"The big bosses of the North District, the brothers Liu Wanchun and Liu Wanming, rank fourth on the West City Rich List. This entire vast area is the territory controlled by the two brothers," I pointed toward the north and said.
"Hehehe, let's go. I will take you to the Starry Sky Palace. From now on, you will cultivate there. There are many sisters of yours there, so you won't feel lonely," Chen Hao brought He Xuan into the Starry Sky Palace and introduced her to Houtu.
At this moment, the dignified man seated at the head coughed. With a cold sweep of his gaze, everyone sat down.
"You're the one who told me to slap her face, how would I dare to hit her anywhere else?" Ma Daochong replied with an extremely smug expression.
Hattori No. 2 felt that I was dangerous, exceptionally dangerous, much like an erupting volcano. The natural power unleashed by a volcano is something humans are simply powerless to contend with.
"Your Lordship is waiting for your performance..." The Crown Prince leaned close to Ruhua's ear, blowing gently as he spoke. The passion in his heart could no longer be suppressed.
Ansheng secretly followed behind Song Jia and the others, and from the opposite hospital ward, he overheard their conversation.
I had no idea what was going on in her mind, but she was definitely super pissed. Now that I was the victor, whatever I said was justified.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Xiu raised the steel saber in his hand high. The fine steed between his legs seemed to possess spiritual intelligence, instantly letting out a long neigh as it reared up and galloped forward. Behind Yang Xiu, eight hundred cavalrymen surged forward like a breached dyke, sweeping ahead. The sound of their hooves thundered like rolling thunder, as if wanting to shatter the firmament.
"Lin Bazhen, just wait," I said leisurely, wearing an expression that remained unfazed even if Mount Tai were to collapse overhead.
Seeing that everyone had become somewhat arrogant and condescending after defeating the Egyptian team in the second match, Liu Canyun realized that it was utterly useless to say anything to the Dream Team while they were in such a proud state.
At the head was Fang Qiu, inside whose body resided the character for "Etiquette" (Li). That character spun, becoming resplendent with golden light, and with every single rotation, a surge of power flowed into him. The power of the Dao of Etiquette doubled.
Clearly, Liu Gaozu also sensed something special in those words. He slightly withdrew his sword and looked at Zhikong, waiting for him to continue.
Because Li Zhishang was facing inward, neither neighbor could see his face. Li Jinzhu, burly and robust as an ox, wanted to take the opportunity to show off in front of the pretty village official He Saixue. Without a second word, he lunged forward, grabbed Li Zhishang from behind, and fiercely delivered a body slam.
It is merely a matter of saving face, so since you understand, don't play the fool, or else you will lose face entirely.
After that, the two of them cautiously moved forward. The seventh massive rock did not obstruct them, and the hyena showed no aggressive reaction; in fact, its attitude was much better than before, most noticeably seen in the shift of its gaze.
"You've finally couldn't help but come, just like before!" Under such circumstances, Zhan Jiusheng actually spoke up, though his voice was modulated so that only Zhao Tianxiong could perceive it, while everyone else assumed he was still chanting incantations.
Seeing this situation, Long Yifei was already breaking out in cold sweat, but gritting his teeth, he commanded the "Alchemist" to retreat back toward the base.
Unconsciously, Xiang Wentian let out a sigh. In this world, the only one who could truly understand him was himself, and no matter what happened, his conscience was completely clear.
One must know that the world's recording industry, having developed to this point, had essentially entered a bottleneck period.
With this thought in mind, Zhang Yong leaned sideways, his palms tightly gripping his primordial energy as he probed downward. The primordial energy instantly materialized into several thick wooden roots that crisscrossed beneath him, separating him from the shifting sandbag.