115 The Immortal Caresses the Crown 13

The mightiest figure of the Southern Liang was Master Ku Bei, the abbot of the Great Compassion Monastery, whose cultivation surpassed even the divine realm.

“This is my type of supernatural ability. Now, tell me about yours,” Galio said, looking at Cao Peng.

“It’s… it’s alright, thank you,” Ji Danxuan replied, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She hurriedly took the candied hawthorn skewer, turned aside to avoid Su Yang’s gaze, and took a gentle bite, finding it exceptionally delicious.

Another man stood rooted on the ground, a massive axe resting on his shoulder, yet the earth beneath him moved like a conveyor belt, carrying him forward.

“Could it be that the super defensive talent and the exorcism ability have only just truly awakened?” Yang Bian exclaimed in surprise, mouth agape.

Upon hearing the name Poison Dragon Venerable, Master Yin Yue felt a chill run through him, knowing that Poison Dragon was a reckless monk wielding a mighty Heaven-Splitting Axe, whose power was immense. Yet, he wondered from where the sharp, piercing voice he had just heard originated.

Just moments before, the commotion had already drawn the attention of those nearby, and when a light bulb suddenly fell and struck the blond man’s head, everyone was taken aback. How could someone be so unlucky?

Di Xuan abruptly shouted coldly, his cloak fluttering as if stirred by an unseen wind. A fierce spiritual energy rippled outward, enveloping him. At that moment, the spiritual pressure he emitted caused even the green demons on the second trial floor to tremble in fear.

Yang Bian thought for a moment: even a black meteorite could make someone’s eyes turn red with rage, recklessly challenging an elder of Diamond rank despite personal danger. So it was only natural that such a colossal treasure from three thousand years ago would attract mysterious masters.

“Welcome, everyone…” Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice echoed from within the manor. The gates slowly creaked open from the inside out.

“Sword Brother!” From afar, a call drew everyone’s attention. Leading the way was Kaixuan, followed by a hundred or so people, hurrying from the north gate.

Moon Devourer’s words were respectful and reasonable, effectively smoothing over the steward’s earlier abruptness.

“Mom, just arrange everything. Yuyan and I have no objections,” Tang Zhuoyao’s mother and I left no room for refusal, settling my lifelong matters in just a few words. My mother praised Tang Zhuoyao for being an unpretentious, good boy.

“It’s him. This jade pendant belongs to him!” Mo Ranchen clenched the jade pendant tightly, disbelief flashing in his eyes.

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The sound of the zither surged like a tide, and Yang Yunfeng’s drowsiness washed over him. He exhaled deeply and drifted gently into sleep.

“Because the guests invited today have all appeared on your show before—there’s Zhuo Yuanjun, Fu Qiucheng, and Ye Jingxi, who’s currently very popular under Sun Film Studios,” Mu Tian explained.

With this in mind, Chu Tianming could only wait in the living room, waiting for Yang Yuantao and Peng Qigang to make the final decision, hoping the matter would be settled decisively.

These were hand-to-hand combat techniques from the military, effective moves, but Yang Yunfeng’s prolonged lack of rest had severely dulled his reflexes.

“All right,” Qiao Ningsi said, and Chi Beizhe would agree to anything she proposed. Chi pulled the blanket over both of them, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other resting gently on her belly.

Approaching the corpse of the fierce alcohol drinker, Su Ye used Hunter’s Vision to scan his basic information and skills.

In an instant, Su Ye vanished from the spot, leaving only an afterimage as he dashed toward the Cleaner.

The blacksmith shops, medicine stores, and material shops run by various races in the Luojia Mountain Range had all developed quite nicely.

“Whoosh!” A brilliant light shot straight up to the heavens, blooming brilliantly against the dark night sky.

“It’s just a simple Eastern illusion formation. Watch me break it,” the opponent laughed heartily, pulling a skull with six holes—an evil tool commonly used by African black sorcerers—from his bag.

But when he saw Shen Linfeng, all hope vanished. Shen was well aware that in his current physical condition, prolonged battle was impossible. The only viable strategy was to strike all at once, using all his strength to defeat the enemy instantly.

At the end of the corridor, the space widened, faint light filtering in as the Heavenly God stepped lightly into the water prison.

“Of course, no problem!” Su Ye agreed wholeheartedly with Romney’s suggestion.

Not far from Shen Linfeng, Qiu Ningxue hid behind a tree, silently watching the two embrace. A faint smile appeared on her face before she quietly turned and left.

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With a cold gaze, the patriot stared at Su Ye, caught in the center of the spatial upheaval, his heart burning with countless grievances.

The four at the door exchanged glances. Gangzi approached the dining table, grabbed a pot of fresh bamboo shoot and old duck soup, and slammed it over his head, shouting, “Our brother was reckless. It’s our fault. I admit it.” The other three followed suit, each taking a pot and placing it on their heads, then stood neatly at the door.

Then, throwing a kunai, the attacker struck a spot imperceptible to his Observation Haki. In a flash, he appeared above that area.

Upon hearing Bulma’s voice, Sun Wukong and Krillin greeted Zhang Ye briefly before hurrying off.

The heavens and earth split in two, tearing open a chaotic veil. Darkness and malevolence stretched endlessly, the overwhelming power of the fierce celestial god pressing down on the towering giant corpse.

Gradually, Han Xiao felt his body dissolve, drifting in a chaotic realm where even his soul seemed to waver and float.

This was a grand celebration, and the duties of a Chunin were busy. After finally managing to get some time to eat a bowl of ramen, having queued for a long time, he was just about to be served when someone cut in line. Did he even want to work anymore?

He had thought this place would be as prosperous and bustling as his hometown’s capital, but it was unexpectedly desolate.

Ye Xingchen trusted Murong Yun to kill the ancient dragon under his restraint because Murong Yun acted with extraordinary decisiveness.

Suddenly, a piercing scream erupted from the beastman’s mouth. A golden light, filled with endless killing intent, mercilessly tore through his body, scattering flesh and blood.