Chapter 31

The two of them had completely forgotten that they were both at the peak of the Gold stage, while Lin Huang was merely a Gold-rank two.

A golden ocean of centipedes, dotted with stars, was mingled with a full four thousand Nether Dark Scorpions. They stared coldly at the surrounding Golden-backed Centipedes. Some of the scorpions were even gripping the corpses of golden centipedes with their tail hooks and pincers, dismembering and devouring them right in front of the mass of centipede monsters as if no one else were present.

Except for the Immortal Sects and Holy Lands, which possessed profound foundations and enough Houtian Spirit Treasures to guard their peaks and pass down through generations, other sects and factions—even for a Houtian Spirit Treasure—might not be able to produce a single one, not even among ordinary True Immortals or True Monarchs.

Li Goudan was perhaps the calmest of them all. He made the fewest mistakes in training, his ganks were always timely, and his awareness and thinking were exceptionally clear. Even Coach Guo asked if "a heart as still as water" was a passive ability he had acquired after becoming a monk.

Besides, helping China clean up drugs was a good thing for everyone; they shouldn't have any objections. Even if it wreaked havoc on the ghosts of the Underworld, they could always reincarnate once they reached a dead end, couldn't they?

However, this result was quite good. Since this matter had come to an end, he no longer had to worry about it.

Lin Lin, sitting quietly on the plane with his eyes closed to rest, did not know that a great battle had begun in the Japan-Korea war zone. At that moment, he was recalling everything he had seen and heard over the past few days.

In reality, Lu Chang was extremely furious. He was an incorruptible official who dedicated himself heart and soul to sharing the Emperor's burdens and doing things for the imperial court.

Almost at the same time the coquettish laughter rang out, more than a dozen pink silk ribbons suddenly shot out from behind the gauze curtains. Set against the backdrop of dancing peach blossoms, they swept across like agile snakes.

Beside a pool of blood and a mountain of bones, a sleazy cultivator clad in the Taoist robes of the Five Poisons Sect was roaring with a sinister expression.

These people walked in a hurried pace, exuding a murderous aura. It looked as though it had taken them quite an effort to reach this place.

Chen Chumo and his party did not linger in the bar lobby but instead entered a private room.

After obtaining Lu Hao's consent, Long Yi still arranged for Old Zhang and Old Wang to follow Ye Zifeng's previous route, passing through Las Vegas and entering Japan from the United States.

The rising sun emerged slowly from the mountainside in the distance. The sunlight passed through the faint mist, gently draping the world in a golden glow, presenting a scene that was pleasing to both the eye and the spirit.

It seemed that news of yesterday's events had indeed leaked out, which was why the ministers had collectively submitted their memorials.

My eyes flickered, and I had already embraced Wen Feiyu. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't; I began to retch. Wen Feiyu looked at me with great concern. I laughed, but as I did, I felt a sense of desolation, realizing that my smile was like a mask, frozen upon my face.

"Rest assured, since you paid, we will definitely finish the job for you. If the Silver Knights won't do, we have Gold Knights; if the Gold Knights won't do, we have Holy Knights. We will definitely kill this Asian!" Goodson gritted his teeth and said.

Closing her eyes tightly, Jia Yu breathed in the familiar, pleasant scent of Kai Yang's cologne. She tried her best to open her heavy eyelids, gazing at his cold and stunningly handsome face, while a tear of grievance welled up in the corner of her eye for no apparent reason.

Seeing the young man display such a feat with such nonchalance, he immediately knew that he was by no means an ordinary person and must not be treated lightly.

Zhao Zhengce was very clear about this custom, as disputes had often arisen over such matters.

"Is there anything else the Emperor needs to remind me of personally? I am listening right here." Wudi made up his mind; after all, big shots like the Pope of the Light Church always loved to play games, and now it was just a matter of seeing what kind of difficult problem this guy had thrown at him.

Seeing the Archmage of the Kaxian Empire attack the shadow clones to no avail, Houston immediately joined in to intercept them.

While she was troubled by the affair involving Tie Yannan, he cooperated tacitly, helping her walk out of the shadows.

By this time, Zhao Fangzhen had long since run outside with the toy pistol Zhao Zhengce had bought him to show off to his playmates. As for the set of yellow clothes with a five-pointed star and a pair of liberation shoes, he had only been excited for a moment before discarding them.

Only then did he see his surroundings clearly. Behind him was indeed a slope leading directly to a cliff abyss. At this moment, he was already at the edge, with more than half of his body hanging over the side, supported only by a dagger, while his other hand had been broken during the fall. In this situation, only one common saying came to his mind.

Taishang Laojun, however, lifted his eyes to look in the direction of Biyou Palace on Golden Turtle Island. Though his face remained expressionless, he harbored the same thoughts as Yuanshi Tianzun.

You Yitian had wanted to tell the Tiger King about this, but if he really did, wouldn't the Tiger King have to stay in the embassy doing nothing for the next few days just like him? Rather than that, it was better to let his third brother keep roaming around Falichi; at least that way, he could clear his mind.

A silver sword mark, brighter than anything imaginable, tore through space, extending from the tip of the sword, piercing the pitch-black, deep night sky, and vanishing into the high heavens beyond everyone's sight.

The Holy Master of the Yaochi looked at Xiang Chong with a kind and benevolent gaze, filled with as much affection as a mother staring at her own son.