Chapter 21

As expected, Ji Mo had already raised his arm, the holy light of the Great Dao blooming and transforming into a peerless blade, ready to strike down at his head.

If diligence alone were enough to ensure promotion, then every diligent Onmyoji in the world would have ascended by now.

"I fear there is still a soul entity surviving in this space! Perhaps even a survivor," Ying Kui speculated, his gaze fixed on the resentment that was several times denser ahead.

"I have met them once, but I don't know them. However, we are looking for them. Before that, could you please tell me why they are causing trouble?" Wutong immediately distanced herself from the situation.

Beside her, her younger sister Zhou Jiami pressed her red lips together. Yet, hearing Xiao Yu say that Liu Qingqing was speaking nonsense, a flash of imperceptible disappointment flickered deep in her eyes.

Ah Huang had originally reached the mid-stage of a high-level Spirit Formation Master, and his transition to a junior Immortal Formation Master was also approaching that level. Manipulating a high-level cave-heaven into a cave-heaven immortal artifact was a bit of a stretch for his spatial formation skills, but it would be no problem given some extra time.

From the moment Jin Ming struck to Lin Yu flying up and landing, it happened in the blink of an eye. Even the two cultivators, Feng and Liu, had no time to intervene, let alone Murong Xian and Fatty Han.

Mo Fan flicked his hand, and a jade tablet appeared out of thin air beside the Beast-Controlling Ring, which then flew directly into Mo Fan's grasp.

Shi Lei’s expression darkened even further. The model he had found met every requirement except for being two centimeters shorter than what the client had requested.

Three-colored flames flickered beneath the alchemy furnace: one red, one yellow, and one blue. These three colors alternated, forming a remarkably beautiful fire.

Consider that at his peak, Majin Buu was more than a match for Super Saiyan 3 Son Goku; someone like Helis, even at the peak of Super Saiyan 2, would likely be little more than cannon fodder.

Vegeta, along with Broly and Paragus, walked slowly toward the spaceship.

Encouraged by these words, Xue Xi felt much calmer. Indeed, if Liu Qingshan were truly that powerful, the outcome was all but decided; her suffering and torment would change nothing.

Cell, while throwing a punch at Helis, simultaneously delivered a heavy kick backward, slamming it into Helis's chest and sending her flying.

Seeing Vegeta transform into a Super Saiyan, Trunks hurriedly stepped in front of him, reaching out to block his path.

Hearing the countless spectators in the arena roar the word "Champion," the expressions of Chen Fuhao, He Lihao, and Yang Jingjing all shifted.

The unit that arrived was from the 43rd Army, led personally by Major General Ma Fuxiang, commander of the 78th Brigade of the 26th Division. Upon receiving orders, the troops had force-marched to Songjiang, and they now appeared dusty and exhausted.

The Mountain Ghost seemed momentarily stunned, unable to comprehend how the weapon in its hand had suddenly vanished. But Xu Xiao did not hesitate; he raised his hand and unleashed a Palm Thunder, sending the Mountain Ghost flying with a single strike.

If not for knowing your true identity, I would have been deceived by these sincere words, Xiao Cheng mused to himself. Unless absolutely necessary, he did not want to expose "Hu Ming's" true identity to his face.

General Xiao Shanling used his actions to fulfill his vow to "live and die with Nanjing." He was a hero of the War of Resistance and a hero of the nation, destined to have his name passed down through the ages and remain immortal.

For a martial artist, obtaining a primordial artifact is an immense stroke of fortune, promising limitless future achievements. He never expected that someone else in the Longevity Valley would possess such a blessing. Was this a coincidence, or a fated encounter with an adversary?

Looking at the frail fox, he felt a strange ache in his heart for no apparent reason, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar and dear it felt, as if they had known each other well in the past.

Because of this interlude, the ambiguous atmosphere in the room dissipated. The two sat and lay opposite each other in silence, neither knowing what the other was thinking.

At such times, the value of a Heaven-level martial artist becomes apparent. They represent the safety of a clan, bound to the fate of their people; this is why, unless absolutely necessary, most people do not fully offend a Heaven-level martial artist.

Once the on-site director understood Li Zhendong's intention, he hurriedly grabbed his walkie-talkie to communicate with the other end.

Seeing the melancholy on her face and the cloud of worry between her brows, it seemed she must have encountered some trouble.

Chun Tao’s voice was cold and fierce, entirely unlike her usual breezy self. But this version of Chun Tao made Sanyue feel a sense of security; as soon as she left, Sanyue crouched on the ground and wailed. Laimei knelt beside Sanyue, whispering words of comfort.

After catching his breath, Ye Ji performed the same maneuver on the portion of the stone spear behind him, shortening the originally long weapon so it would no longer hinder his movements.

He remembered that in high school, her English was very poor; she couldn't even recognize basic sentence structures, and her vocabulary was a complete mess. He wondered how she was doing now. The only reason she managed to get into the same university as him later was because she had strived with all her might during her final year of high school.

How could the Master be willing to touch such turbid wine? And... even take a sip? No wonder his face looked a bit pale; he probably couldn't stand the taste of the wine, right?

Yes, the peach wood sword was merely a medium; the true weapon was the magical blade manifested upon it, which possessed the actual lethal power.

"You... Wife, what did you say? Say that again. Red Spider wants you to be the boss of their assassin organization?" Luo Liang nearly fell off his chair upon hearing this.

Looking around, there were countless seats for the audience. A rough glance revealed a dense crowd, at least several tens of thousands in number. Every seat and every platform was now filled with figures; the sight was quite staggering.

To become the master of the Nether Abyss Realm and control it, one must... make Lin Yuechan, this Empress of the Nether, surrender control of the realm.

"Damn it, Monk, isn't this just a simple bomb? Why is it so violent? I originally wanted you to blow the people dead so I could go and pick up their guns to use. Now look, the guns have all been blown to pieces by you," the Fatty complained, watching the people and weapons flying into the air amidst the flames.

At first, the people on the mountaintop thought an honest fellow had arrived, but as they listened, the words began to sound more and more strange.

Hearing this, Qin Feng could not help but recall the line from that popular game: "For the glory of Demacia."