31 A Brawl
"How is it that after such a short time, your strength has regressed so much?" Yuan Futu emerged from a dense forest with a sinister smile, the Ice Soul Talisman clutched firmly in his hand.
"I truly never expected your background to be so riddled with hardship," Ling Xi said, standing shoulder to shoulder with Mo Wang.
Martial artists possess immense strength. Upon reaching a certain level of cultivation, they become capable of traversing the skies; the higher their cultivation, the higher they can soar, and the more prestigious their status becomes.
Murong Xiao’s eyes shimmered with a brilliant radiance as she gazed silently at the man who was both a feast for her eyes and the object of her longing.
"The capacity of my Golden Core has actually increased this much." Yuan Futu felt the surging primeval chaos essence being refined, yet his Golden Core did not appear full or satisfied; instead, it felt even emptier than before.
The difference was that he could not communicate with the other party; instead, he felt his blood flowing in reverse, being drawn into the statue standing before him. As every second passed, the statue began to glow with a deep red hue before bleeding from its seven orifices.
With a flick of his hand, the wind howled and dragons roared. A black light, wreathed in scorching flames like karmic fire descending from the heavens, slammed toward the two of them.
*It’s not impossible!* she thought. Otherwise, there was no other explanation for Si Ankang’s reason for coming to the hotel.
Lin Hairu found these ambiguous words truly difficult to grasp. After studying them for a long time, she wondered what they could possibly mean. Was it saying that Luo Shenyuan would decide Yi Ning’s marriage? Or was it simply telling her not to overthink things? After pondering for a long while, Lin Hairu decided to show them to Luo Shenyuan.
"I have said it before: I will not let you leave me. Even if I have to force you, I will keep you by my side!" Mo Wang said, gritting his teeth.
As far as Yue Ying’s true feelings were concerned, Saint Light had never harmed her, no matter who he was. In other respects, he could be considered a mentor and a friend; even if there were schemes and exploitation involved, one could not deny the benefits she had gained from him.
"I’ll just wait until the day I feel the tribulation lightning is too strong to withstand, and then I’ll go earn some merit," Du Ziheng declared, delivering a standard manifesto of a slacker.
The other two sages would have to be left to Xia Lan and Yu Die... Wait, are they still playing dead? Why haven’t they gotten up yet?
Sensing that formidable power, Xue Rengui’s gaze sharpened. Suddenly, his arm swelled, and a burst of immense power erupted from within.
Ferguson paced anxiously on the sidelines. Compared to the maturity of Kai Sa, Cristiano Ronaldo was still a greenhorn, even less mature than Rooney.
These insects had high attack power, but their defense was utterly pathetic. Earlier, he had wiped out more than a dozen of them with a single careless strike, leaving not even a broken bone behind.
At the same time, with a thunderous "boom," Elder Yao’s flames drove back the ghostly shadows, and Elder Xuan’s ice blades reappeared, hovering menacingly over the head of Yin Shehun.
This sunny boy gave him a familiar, uncomfortable feeling. Remembering the incident from back when he was still with Yue Ming made him sneer at himself even now.
Although he was not a person of great importance, he understood a few secrets that others did not.
After Manchester United won the match, their lead in the standings became even more apparent, and their goal difference grew. Chelsea and Arsenal were locked in a fierce rivalry, and Chelsea seemed unable to recover from the pain of their defeat to Manchester United, drawing 1:1 with Arsenal.
Li Zhichen leaped, his long sword swirling to sweep away the medicinal powder. As the powder hit the ground, it seeped into the soil. Suddenly, the earth stirred, and black hands shot out, reaching toward Li Zhichen.
To dare to act so arrogantly in front of all the families... one really didn't know whether to call him brave or suicidal.
Yu Fei felt a jolt of shock; the opponent understood him so thoroughly, hitting the nail on the head with a single sentence.
Now it was merely a matter of time. Everyone was waiting, and they were all waiting for Hao Er to make a move—he would surely make one.
He draped a fur cloak over Xue Qingyun and said, "I am taking you away." Xue Qingyun sighed weakly, leaning drowsily against Li Zhichen.
The two traded blow for blow, their momentum fully unleashed. With a loud bang, their iron fists collided directly. Pei Jinyuan and the monk Tianlong both retreated three steps, the bluestone beneath their feet shattering into fragments, and the sleeves of their robes shredded by the force of the strike.
I had sensed it as soon as I entered—the aura in the courtyard came entirely from the consecrated stone lions at the gate, not from anything he had set up. However, he had clearly misled the villagers before, leading them into this dangerous place. Hearing him respond this way, I was momentarily at a loss for words.
Now it was Lin Zijun’s turn, his gaze darting back and forth between Feng Xiaoxiao and Cheng Tianze. After a few exchanges, he felt a sudden flash of realization.
The three of them had been toyed with by He Zhixian until they were in a state of utter disarray, and they could not help but fly into a rage from embarrassment. They shrieked and slashed their blades at He Zhixian, but being inferior in skill, they could not land a single strike on him.
The flames surged to the heavens, the terrifying power causing mountains and rivers to collapse, as if the apocalypse had arrived.
"I have made my choice. Give me back my child, and I will agree to whatever you want me to do," Daisy said, making her choice with crisp finality.
Her hand, previously spasming with pain, gradually relaxed, and she placed the medicine box into her storage compartment.
"She ran away, didn't she?" Ye Qingsuo said with a smile, finishing the sentence the General had left incomplete.