"You detestable fellow, can't you threaten him? Truly useless scum!"
Dong Chenyu continued to berate, "As long as you reveal my identity, I believe he will surely agree!"
Clearly, he was being far too presumptuous. Perhaps others would fear him.
Inside the guard post, Feng Feng was still arduously dealing with the aftermath of the main force's return to Nancheng. He stood in the courtyard, constantly issuing commands.
However, an invisible barrier directly blocked Wang Fan's path, and a powerful repulsive force violently pushed Wang Fan's body backward.
"I'll take them in," a clear, cold voice suddenly sounded, addressing Hua Shiyu.
What struck me as peculiar was that Ghost Venerable Wan Santong was unaffected by the immense suction force.
Ye Tianfeng feigned a sorrowful tone. Biller and the others listened intently, especially Biller, who appeared so engrossed as if Ye Tianfeng's story was told specifically for him.
Eight or nine out of ten geniuses present trembled like cicadas in winter before the might of the "Divine Beast Azure Dragon."
Prince Li was the son of the former king and the uncle of the current king. Looking at his aged face, one feared he would die at any moment.
Accompanied by a piercing screech of friction, Long Haotian's hands tightly gripped the spearhead, and his body was forcefully pushed back by the general's immense strength for a full five meters, bringing him almost to the edge of the arena.
In an instant, the forbidden chaotic waves that erupted transformed the area outside the "Dragon Tiger Pool" into a scene of upheaval, with flying dust and stones.
Within the dimly lit Dragon Tiger Pool, Chu Sheng, clad in ink-black robes and standing unmoving, slowly opened his eyes.
With only a breath left, his life force still clinging to a thread, not yet completely extinguished by the deathly aura.
When Xia Tian opened his eyes, he was trying to recall what had just happened. He then noticed a repulsive aura surrounding him. When he touched it, it felt fleshy. Rather than a wall, it felt like a mass of flesh. After touching it, his hand was covered in a sticky liquid.
"Guang Yuanzi, lend Qingyang a hand!" a thunderous shout echoed, and a giant yellow sword descended from the sky, instantly piercing through the two from the Witch Dao. Blood splattered everywhere. Seeing their sect leader act, the Zheng Yuan Dao disciples also unleashed their magical artifacts, attacking the Witch Dao disciples.
"We will be confronting the Corpse Soul Realm later anyway. If that's the case, why should I have obeyed the Corpse Soul Realm's orders from the beginning?" Mi Yan retorted, though he kept his true thoughts unspoken.
The initial objective today was to defeat Raditz and rescue Goku's son, Gohan. However, this series of events caused everyone to forget.
"Dong!" Just as the sword was about to pierce her chest, Di Baobao, who had been standing there dumbfounded as if terrified, rolled her eyes decisively and fell straight backward.
Mi Yan, despite spending less time in the Corpse Soul Realm than most ordinary Shinigami, was renowned. Especially among the captains, his popularity was arguably the highest, even though Mi Yan had not contributed anything significant to the Corpse Soul Realm.
"What do we do now? Just let Lei Shuo fuse here?" Helian Nuo had realized that the two clan leaders were unreliable, and in the end, he would have to resolve this matter himself.
Liu Kai ran and crawled, unsure how long he had been traveling. He had never walked such a long distance himself. He lost one shoe, and in his panic, he stumbled to the ground repeatedly. His body was covered in wounds, and with the lingering redness and swelling on his face, he attracted many curious glances.
Hearing these words, Ye Yu stood up from the ground, a cold smile appearing on his lips. "If he wants to kill me, I will kill him. It is only natural," he said, meeting Changsun Changkong's gaze without any hesitation.