Chapter 97: Yang Mi's Fury

At this moment, there were indeed contestant preparation areas surrounding the stage, where children participating in the semi-finals were making preparations, accompanied by their parents.

The two who heard the account of the "Bloodbath at the Jade Pool" gasped at the peril, yet their expressions turned cynical and forced when they heard about the White Peony.

Just as Li Junhao felt the awkwardness, Lisa added, "The British will discover the anomaly within three days at most and will send people to investigate. If you want to hold onto that mining area, you must expand your team now. Even if you want to withdraw from that area, it will take them at most a few days of effort to track down our base."

Xue Hao suddenly cried out in alarm, his midsection exposed to the wooden dummy's iron spear. Had it struck, Xue Hao would have been pinned to the iron spear.

"This big villain makes decent things," she remarked, casting a glance at the meditating Xue Hao before sitting down beside him with a swagger, helping herself to the leftover roasted meat.

The two said goodbye to the man in sunglasses and arrived at the school gate. After presenting their credentials, the duty teacher informed them that they had been assigned to Class De.

Usopp looked at them in surprise; he had expected them to fight. Furthermore, the reaction of the Mink Tribe in the next second left him completely dumbfounded.

"Very well, let us discuss the battle plan for what lies ahead." Purple energy permeated the body of the Ziwei Emperor; a brilliant starlight pierced the void above his head, directly connecting with the Sea of Luck in the Imperial Court, allowing him to monitor the battles on all four sides of the Empire at all times.

It was just as Jiang Nan had guessed; one after another, they gulped, and their expressions revealed growing terror.

The terrifying aspect of this illusion was that, along with the opponent's words, it gradually confused the eyes and induced the brain to make incorrect judgments. Even Yuan Ying had believed that the God-Slaying Sword in Diana's hand was fragile; it turned out that all of this was the effect of the illusion.

As soon as Xu Yuande finished speaking, he vaulted from his horse, his long spear thrusting toward He Xian. Purple lightning crackled and appeared before He Xian with startling speed. The latter raised his sword to deflect the lightning, and the spear immediately clashed with the blade.

Consequently, twenty high-ranking officers rushed toward the conference room in a panic; within eight minutes, all the legion commanders of the Sun-Moon Empire had assembled.

Shu Xiuluo nodded, then directed the warriors who had just retreated behind the heavy walls to return to the outside, where they began to await the next round of combat.

Qu Leheng, his right hand wrapped in bandages, struggled to sit up to the edge of the bed. He stared at Zhang Yuming’s face for several seconds.

After several years of research, Feng Qianchen discovered that he no longer needed blood to summon his magic blade. By channeling his soul power, he could summon the blood blade; he finally no longer had to mutilate his own hands.

Beside Zheng Zhi, Li Weifeng ground his teeth, his face full of fury; he looked even more terrifying than Zheng Zhi.

Shen Beijiang’s expression was ghastly, but fortunately, he said nothing. Assistant Zhang stepped out, smiling to smooth things over, and led him back to the hospital ward.

Ren Jiuge did not pause his pace; instead, he charged headlong toward the poisonous monster ahead.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it later. First, tell us about that island and your experiences." After the Yaksha King finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Xue Jiahong, who was sitting in the distance.

"Let's keep going," Xu Jin said. Although they had reached the lowest level, Xu Jin decided to press onward as a precaution; if they could reach the opposite shore, that would be for the best.

Yin Xin stopped her pursuit, standing in place as she watched it flee, though her attention gradually shifted to the two people behind her.

Early the next morning, following Du Yuesong’s instructions, Yu Feng rose before dawn. To ensure he could wake up early, he had deliberately gone to bed very early the previous night.

Zhang Fan understood that it would not be easy to infiltrate the Yuqing Palace. Of its three palace masters, one was a Supreme Immortal and the other two were Imperial Immortals. Arguably, among the forces in the Immortal Realm, perhaps only the Luofu Palace was more prosperous than the Yuqing Palace.

"Wait, there is a three-dimensional map here." Hu Shun-tang stopped. Mo Qin and Wei Xuanyu immediately sought positions in the front and back to stand guard with their guns. Although Wei Xuanyu had never touched a gun in his life, in this environment, facing an army armed with live ammunition, they had almost no chance of winning without weapons.

"What are you saying? That’s not true." Mo Qianxia was bashful; hearing Zhao Ke say that, her face turned red instantly.

"I wonder if the shopkeeper has ever seen something like this?" Ji Fa took a bag from his bosom and brought out its contents to show the shopkeeper.

Before Xin Lu’s eyes appeared all the famous generals he had once killed, now coming to seek revenge and claim his life.

While Ran Fei gave a bitter laugh, he was unaware that in the Qi camp, King Min of Qi was even more miserable. With the flight of the general Chuzi, the Qi army was defeated without a fight, and the allied forces of the five states of Yan, Zhao, Han, Wei, and Qin pressed their advantage. King Min of Qi had no choice but to appoint Dazi as the commander-in-chief of the three armies to face the five-state coalition in the region of Qin and Zhou.

Ever since obtaining the white crystal orb condensed from the altar's energy, Yin Feng felt an inexplicable surge in his self-confidence. He felt a strong urge to roar; while this feeling had not been intense while he was on the altar, after leaving, it made him inexplicably excited, giving him the feeling that the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly.

These materials could at least be used to forge top-grade magic tools, and some were even materials for forging spiritual artifacts.

After some eating and drinking, the group continued their journey and finally arrived at a somewhat peculiar grassland.

Yang Zhaofeng forced the two from the doorway all the way to the wall. At this moment, his spirit was high, his energy doubled, and his palm techniques were so superb that both men were overwhelmed and suffered injuries to varying degrees.

Once a cultivator reaches the Nascent Soul stage, their lifespan exceeds a thousand years. Even within a major sect, they could become an elder with a revered status, far beyond the reach of Gold Core stage cultivators.

However, the terrifying pressure it carried instantly plunged the entire Divine City into an atmosphere of deep destruction.

As they spoke, the Cherokee circled Ruohe Mountain and stopped in front of the fitness club. Tang Feng and Feng Gang stepped out of the car and walked up the steps, while Zhuang Xiao locked the doors and followed. Fang Zhenyu remained in Weihai to assist Xiao Tianzuo with the aftermath, so Lu Zihao arranged for Zhuang Xiao to serve as Tang Feng's full-time driver, while Feng Gang became his attendant.

"Big brother, I heard your singing on the car just now; it was very beautiful..." Seeing this, Cai Yan smiled slightly and stepped forward. She found that the people of Yanmen were different from those elsewhere; not only were they unafraid of the official troops, but their interactions with one another also exuded warmth.

Even if Yin Feng were foolish, he knew what was inside the red bottle. One had to know that Yin Feng was a body cultivator whose first-turn body was comparable to a sixth-tier savage beast. If he could not withstand it, how could an ordinary magic cultivator, especially when Yin Feng had only smelled it?

As for why this happened, Lin Zhuo vaguely heard that it was because the guard had excellent technique; on the day of the bride-snatching, he had massaged the girl until she was "gut-broken" and she had wet her pants on the spot. That was why she couldn't stop thinking about him, insisting on living together and enjoying that pleasure every day.