Volume One, Chapter 82: Zhi Zhi, I Am Your Mother

Qi Hua did not hear the spiritual conversation between her master and Qi Ling, so she was unaware that Qi Ling had also been speaking to their master just before her.

“Wait! It sounds like their voices are getting closer. They must be heading towards the summit!” Huzi exclaimed.

Nangong Xu and the five treasures immediately rushed over to help them out, but it was no use—none of them would give way to the others.

Zhou Chengchen was at a loss for words... She was indeed excited, but after hearing such a rhetorical question from him, she couldn’t help but begin to feel a pang of sympathy for her own brother.

The Blood Demon roared ceaselessly, knowing that one more strike would surely mean its end. It wanted to stop it, but the blade was already near, and even closer was a charging Fire Lion.

“So you’re saying they’re no longer capable of fighting?” Nangong Xu looked at the top ten experts and asked gravely.

Swallowing in one gulp, he felt a coolness spread through his entire body, as if some power was coursing through his veins, finally gathering at his core.

She did not rise, nor even turn her head. She simply pulled the tapestry draped over the back of the sofa tightly around herself.

“Revered One, did you not once bestow divine arts upon the two empresses at Xiangguo Temple in Tokyo? Might you grant a magical ability to our friend Long?” Lu Zhishen spoke up, seeking fairness on Long’s behalf.

Even though he knew some of the inside story, the fat man sitting nearby could not help but sigh with envy and regret.

The long blade in Mr. Aries’ hand slipped through the gap between the twin swords, its dazzling cold light making Li Qifeng’s eyes water.

His gaze swept over the dragon’s colossal body—like a towering mountain—before a chilling glint flashed in the Butcher’s eyes. He slowly drew his sword from its scabbard.

This operation’s primary goal was to control the hostages in the main hall and seal off access to the second floor. That would suffice for the initial plan. Aside from the unexpected situation with Shen Tingting and Qian Weiguo, everything else was proceeding as scheduled.

The officer said coldly, “So, are you refusing to obey orders and resisting arrest?” blatantly ignoring Lin Cheng’s words.

“Borrow? You call this borrowing? We’re planning to rob them outright, aren’t we?” The corner of Zhang Jing’s mouth twitched.

With a thunderous crash, three figures were sent flying back, each scoring a deep furrow in the ground before barely managing to steady themselves.

Immortal Smoke cast a calm glance at Keren and said, “So it’s Miss Keren. You must have gained a lot from this trip to Yangzhou.” She was clearly referring to her efforts in managing supplies.

With a single step forward, a surge of fierce energy erupted, transforming into countless razor-sharp arrows that shot out in all directions.

After being struck by the bottle, the victim screamed, clutching their wounded hip and fixing Luo Hebin with a piercing stare.

Though the High Priest was now withered and frail, his formidable strength remained immeasurable, and Li Qifeng was by no means certain he could detain him.

Jun Ye discovered that the Sacred Medicine Garden stretched for thousands of miles in every direction, with a sky towering a hundred miles above. It was a secret realm—but was it a domain sustained by heaven and earth, or one that had been refined?

Huang Zhong’s eyes blazed with anger at Yu Jin’s words. Hearing Yu Jin’s arrogance, he nearly couldn’t restrain himself from charging forward and battling him for three hundred rounds, just to make Yu Jin taste his power.

However, when they arrived, they happened to witness Ye Fei being ambushed. So, they decided to pause for now and watch the unfolding drama.

At a glance, Old Prince Duan was no longer the heroic figure of his youth; time had carved lines all over his face, his hair and beard were white, and the grand court robes hung awkwardly on his thin, emaciated frame.

Yet, if he were now to undergo assessment alongside the other special forces teams, it would be a heavy blow to his morale.

There was a rumbling crash as shattered stones flew in every direction. Though the impact was dramatic, such a direct attack stood little chance of hitting Inili; the cool-headed warrior made barely any movement, merely stepping sideways to evade the strike by a hair’s breadth.

If a person falls by accident, they have no capacity to strike back. Li Hu, heedless in his pursuit of the glory that would come from killing Lü Zhuo, was lost in his daydreams, never expecting Lü Zhuo to suddenly thrust out a knife.

“Is your stomach all right?” asked a mercenary who had previously attended meetings with him and the “Executioner.”

Proud Sky was well aware that in this world, there are rare treasures that can grant a person immense power, as well as legendary artifacts that can render one’s attacks unparalleled.

He had witnessed Gu Feng and the Nation-Destroying Venom Demon being sealed within the Suppressing Prison Pagoda, but Commander Mojie of the Dark Underworld Guard thought it all too easy; with no resistance, the matter was settled, leaving him worried that something unforeseen might occur.

Tang Qingming rubbed his nose and simply chose to continue practicing. After all, tomorrow was their last performance—only by giving his best could he hope to stay.

If girls in Yandu heard this, they’d surely say he was blind; Dou Siyuan’s amorous exploits couldn’t be contained in a storybook, yet he claimed to be indifferent by nature.