"This is a bit much..." The man with glasses was speechless, unable to fabricate a single word.
"Can't explain it, can you? In the end, it's because you dared to be greedy!" Liu Qishi chuckled.
As if blocked by some rule or damaged in the great battle, the slumbering Jie Mi could not provide any sensory lock, forcing Bai Yuling to search on his own.
He flashed behind Yamasitai. Overjoyed, he struck Yamasitai's back with a palm. A black mist, emitting a foul stench, shot directly towards Yamasitai.
After speaking, Ding Yuhan stopped crying, her eyes once again showing worry. She was afraid that Wang Feng would harm good people, that things would escalate, and spiral out of control. However, this thought only flashed through her mind; she still firmly believed that Wang Feng was just.
The terror of Green-tier Demon Warriors was not their astonishing strength, but their strange immunity to pain and their relentless combat ability.
Boom! An hour later, the black furnace, covered in a layer of frost, suddenly rumbled. Crack! The lid of the furnace burst open, and a large cloud of black smoke rushed out, filling the space with a rich medicinal fragrance.
Gu Du Xun Bai's lips curved into a smile. He quietly admired Yadong's unyielding spirit, tugged his white beard, and quietly turned to leave. The sun slowly slipped behind the western mountains, painting the western sky with a glow of colorful clouds. Yadong, Tulage, and Hei Ge ran down the mountain, heading home.
"Haha! In my team, there are no insignificant people, only my brothers. Don't say that anymore, Wang Cheng," Li Ren said with a smile.
Moreover, intuition told Tang Ze that this green mist might create a monster within minutes.
"I am Jia Yiren. May I ask why the General is attacking my Jizhou Prefecture?" Jia Yiren bowed, trembling all over, and asked the young general on horseback.
However, circulating energy could not be stopped at will. Hurting himself was of no consequence, but at this moment, if Ayi sustained any injury, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Tuoba Feng probably took it seriously, leaving in a flurry, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
Under the moonlight, Zhong Xingyue instinctively threw out nearly a hundred eighth-grade talismans, her last remaining stock.
At this moment, everything shrouded in mist seemed to become clear. Mu Ling finally understood why, when she first foresaw Zhang Zhuer's death, she had felt a sense of familiarity with the place of her demise.
After sitting down, Long Jiu'er slightly raised the corners of her mouth, glanced at Nangong Chen, and then at Zhan Moxi.
Those bright, lively eyes were now covered with a mist, her eyes reddened at the corners, making her look exceptionally beautiful.
A series of coincidences like this must have had human factors weaving them together, hadn't they?
She glanced sideways at Qian Ye, who remained standing in her original position, her gaze fixed in the exact same direction as Mu Ling's earlier.
Although Da Niu's right hand was crippled and he knelt on one knee, as she thrust her sword, his left hand immediately grasped the blade. Blood immediately flowed like a stream, and with a surge of internal force, he gripped the sword.
"What? Our Murong family's ancestor came to hunt you down?" Murong Xi's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed.
However, there was still plenty of time, so there was no need to rush. Even if they arrived early, they wouldn't be able to undergo the assessment immediately, so it was meaningless. It was better to proceed at a leisurely pace and get to know Qing Shan Sect.
It wasn't that Gao Ming wanted to compete with Huo Anshen on this point, but rather that Sister May had also come to the wedding venue today.
Even if he crippled or killed an ordinary person like Duan Mo, there would be no consequences whatsoever.