18 Backpack
Just as Pan Yuhong was about to eliminate the nearest Elder Lian, Mei Xuelian suddenly reminded him that the eight guardians had already vanished before his eyes.
He felt that with Bi Qianmo, who was utterly obedient to Lin Bixiao, he must uphold his principles firmly in this matter.
Seeing Nangong Jingnan’s momentum wane slightly, Tang Tang slid down from Bai Shaozi’s arms onto a chair and began to eat.
“All right, now that all the contestants have arrived, I hereby declare the competition officially begun,” the host announced before fleeing the stage as if escaping for his life, fearing that if he stayed any longer, the bone-chilling frost would freeze him solid.
“The spiritual energy here is even denser than in the protected zone. Let’s settle here,” Mo Ke thought silently, then found a secluded cave nearby to commence his cultivation.
Even a fool could understand the terrifying power of the pill Ye Fantian had given him, and all this was likely because he had once helped Blood Rain out of goodwill.
But the key was, he couldn’t make that decision himself. As an instructor, he trained these people well, but he lacked authority.
The spiritual energy within the Jadeite realm was imperceptible to cultivators at the Grandmaster level; perhaps only those who had transcended into the Saintly Realm, or even higher-ranked internal martial artists, could sense it.
The Bull Demon King was no fool; as an innate demonic embryo, it was well aware that terrifying beings lurked deep within the universe, so it stayed only on the periphery of the Divine Disk.
Shortly after Ye Fantian and his party left, space suddenly shattered, and amid the faint sound of a dragon’s roar, razor-sharp claws tore apart the very fabric of the dimensional rift.
Kavat appeared before Phantom and said, “Phantom, look, I’m perfectly fine, haha!” Phantom, upon seeing him unharmed and standing right in front of him, was bewildered. What was going on here?
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The burly man with a thick beard gasped sharply. As a cultivator of Supreme God rank, he had intended to join the great battle, but his brother’s words before him left him in disbelief.
Some enemy machine gunners and grenadiers, who hadn’t yet posed a threat, were spotted early by Zhang Ruofei, who took a single precise shot to eliminate them.
“Right, we still have a Demon King here. He’s an expert at discerning demonic aura. If Murong Shui is truly here, he will definitely find him.”
“The leader of the North City Xuanwei Gang has come to visit,” a subordinate of the North City Gang leader announced, signing on behalf of his boss and presenting a gift. The gang leader gave a slight bow to Ren Tian, who returned the gesture, after which the gang leader was led inside.
While thinking this, Ye Chen’s footsteps never faltered, steadily advancing toward the passageway as usual.
This was an apartment near Fudan University, inhabited by ordinary residents and some students, though only those from affluent families could afford such accommodations.
But why was it that those semi-professional players and teams, who hadn’t even broken into the LPL, had incomes that completely outstripped the strongest team from the Underworld?
Beneath this golden dragon was a large relief carving of a tiger, its head raised in a fierce roar. Judging by the scale of the entire painting, this tiger was at least on par with the golden dragon above in size.
The young man seated cross-legged in the training room sensed a restless agitation stirring within his body, unlike the usual calm flow of star energy. It yearned eagerly to break through the final barrier, to shatter the shackles binding him, to transcend his limitations and absorb mightier power.
Leng Qing and Tang Bugui, leading over thirty riders, traversed the Free Wanderer path. Though outnumbered, their superior armor and mounts ensured they wouldn’t be defeated easily in the short term.
Just then, someone was about to eat, but was kicked to the ground by those ahead, spraying a mouthful of fresh blood.
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At parting, Chunyu Qin escorted them to the door. Only after watching He Liu and his entourage carry away the gifts did he return to the courtyard.
The ice was unbearably cold. Professor Stauben grimaced, chattering his teeth in distress, fumbling about unsure what to do. After a long while, he finally remembered to check on other parts of the building.
Before Lin Yichen reached the door, he knocked once and noticed the light inside was on, but no one came to open it.
Mo Li clapped his hands, suddenly feeling that this young disciple bore a shadow of his former self. When he first joined the Starfall Society, this disciple’s spiritual cultivation was actually higher than his own at that time. He couldn’t help but admire him.
The boy dashed desperately toward the village but was stopped by his master. The sharp slap echoed through the woods, startling the birds into flight.
Huo Ziyin subtly sensed that, due to certain matters, the Ming Cult’s Holy Sect harbored more than just a little hostility toward him.
Moreover, during the first month of the Sino-Japanese conflict, Cecily’s peculiar behavior and the changes that befell Riel indicated that Berestu was nearby. Yet, he had hidden himself so well that no clues were found, and the situation had become dire.