Chapter 139: The Formidable Power of the Ninth Prince

"Your Majesty, news has arrived."
Qin Xiao gave a start, shivering with fright.
"You may all withdraw."
Watching the departing back of His Majesty, Zhao Lin's eyes were filled with resentment.
She turned her gaze toward her daughter, whose face was flushed.
"Shan'er, does it hurt?"
......
Martial spirits are similar to battle spirits, but the difference is that martial spirits are not as convenient as battle spirits, and strictly speaking, their rarity falls short of battle spirits.
"Shall I send some men to Death Ridge to scout out their situation? Then we can decide whether to dispatch troops based on what we find," Nie Wei suggested.
However, the growth in his power brought an extreme multiplicative boost to the abilities he had obtained from the Annihilation Hive Monarch. The ability that previously could only manifest as invisible fluctuations to anchor and envelop a corner of the universe had now strengthened manifold.
To be honest, although Mu Qianliu was quite ruthless most of the time, deep down, he was very fond of her.
Upon hearing this, Yang Tao was left speechless, his mind filled with dark lines. Why drag him into this again out of nowhere? He certainly hadn't provoked you; this was something you requested yourself.
Fang Chen said, "You're really lucky. I just happened to receive one. But you don't need to pay 1 billion; 500 million will do." In the Spirit Realm, a three-hundred-year-old ginseng cost one hundred thousand spirit stones, so in Fang Chen's view, selling it for 500 million US dollars meant he was actually taking a loss. However, not everything can be precisely priced, and personal favors are also very important.
As Chen Bao listened, cold sweat began to well up on his forehead. He thought to himself, Is this really a blessing...? If that bastard Qin Shihuang also lived to be two hundred years old, the Han Dynasty would still be cowering in some unknown corner, and who knows how many human lives would have to be fed into the imperial mausoleum, the Great Wall, and the Epang Palace. Yet here you are, looking so pleased with yourself.
Moreover, after careful consideration, he no longer felt heartbroken or distressed over this so-called defeat. On the contrary, he believed that he hadn't truly lost this round.
Now the Wood God has appeared in the Tenth Realm... Could it be that they have already reached the Tenth Realm and merged with the factions here?
The skull flew outward as if entering an uninhabited realm, opened its bone-white jaws, and violently lunged right in front of the first late-stage Primordial Realm demonic warrior who had charged forward.
Yao Suan had heard Qian Xiwu say that the dark-faced, long-bearded man was either Zhang Yide or the Black Whirlwind. He asked, "If that dark-faced, long-bearded man is either Zhang Yide or the Black Whirlwind, then what about that one? The one with a fierce look, a vicious edge, and a forehead full of wrinkles? Who is he?" Yao Suan asked.
"Who could that person be?" The lodger was about to enter his room when he saw the person who had awakened him close the door and leave. He stepped back, thinking of that figure, and firmly shut his door.
This scene was something only Jiang Yu had anticipated. Elder Yue's expression changed slightly; the disappearance of the flame beast made him realize that this entity could actually suppress even martial arts techniques.
Seeing this, the three opposing powerhouse elders from the Shrine of Offerings were instantly shocked and hurriedly scrambled to dodge aside.
"A price? Whether I have the capability or not, I don't know, but what I do know is that you're dead for sure!" After saying this, Ye Chen raised his hand toward Ximen Aotian, his five fingers slightly curved, and a tremendous suction force erupted from the palm of his hand.
"Satan," "Demon," "God of War," and various other titles were pinned upon Fang Yi by them, but Fang Yi paid no mind to this and had long since returned to his residence.
Regarding the formation of the True Martial Domain, Zhu Tianpeng had no precise understanding, nor did he know what dangers might lurk in the process. Whether he could successfully cultivate the True Martial Domain remained an unknown. Logically speaking, there was no need to take the risk, but Old Zhu still decided to refine the True Fire Spirit Bead.
Yet, neither the Lord of the Northern Territory nor her footprints could be seen by Jiang Yu, nor could he perceive the slightest trace of them.