Chapter 33
Duan Lang exhaled a long breath and turned to look at the person who had fired the arrow. He was stunned to find Li Jianshan of the Investigation and Intelligence Bureau mounted on a horse, holding a specialized crossbow, accompanied by six men in green, masked in black.
Yi needed to calm his mind to hear faint sounds; thus, he caught every word of the group's conversation. He could only smile bitterly to himself. The ignorance of ordinary people—where on this earth were there any demons or ghosts? Those were merely self-deceptive fantasies.
The molds used by the Fuxi tribe to forge metalware were made of rock. The temperature of that molten metal was not high, so stone tools could withstand the heat. However, they were now attempting to refine a liquid at a much higher temperature, and it was uncertain if stone implements could endure it.
The ancient battlefield of "Canghai Tufu" was the final stand of the human race in primordial times, and it was because of this battle that humanity established its position as the hegemon of the Heavenly Realm.
This statement struck a chord with Yi. The reason he had come here was to slay the one who had fallen into devilry, and his motive for the killing was, of course, the madness of the corrupted soul. As for the environment, Yi glanced around; it was indeed beautiful, but to accomplish his mission, he could not afford to be concerned with such things.
Then, that jade-white hand reached toward Jian Wuxing’s chest. It was already too late to dodge, and he could only watch helplessly as it happened.
Therefore, ancient practitioners of the Dao and seekers of immortality emphasized four essential factors: Method, Companion, Ground, and Wealth.
The Hall of the Celestial Master closed its doors to visitors. Outside, the stewards of various estates looked at one another and hurried back to report to their respective masters. The status of the Celestial Master Shangguan, once a favored figure without real power or influence, suddenly became enigmatic.
The next moment, as if a thunder dragon had descended, dozens of thick bolts of lightning struck the valley from the sky, landing squarely upon the heads of those reckless fools.
"What? This is from the early Qing Dynasty? And it's an imperial piece? How is that possible?" Chu Haoran exclaimed in shock.
What did 50 goals represent? It had never happened in the history of the Premier League. Manchester United would play about 60 matches next season; for Kai Sa to reach 50 goals, he would have to score in almost every match he played, otherwise, it would be impossible.
Latour was also very worried, ordering the substitutes to warm up so that if anything happened to Kai Sa, he could be replaced immediately.
The black-clad man's mouth was forced open, and a black pill was shoved down his throat. After a while, seeing that the man showed no signs of abnormality, Xie Yu handed the pill to Xu Shengnan.
"It's impossible, Sister Wang! If you continue like this, there is nothing I can do!" After saying this, Mo Hong extended her left hand, palm outward, closed her eyes, and began to chant under her breath.
"In that case, it is a deal. This fine jade is yours; take it." Leng Buyu was generous, extending his hand to pass it to him.
The opponent held a katana, her lovely face devoid of expression, like a cold machine of slaughter.
Before the great battle even began, Jian Xing'er directly conceded to Qi Tiandao. She knew in her heart that she was no match for him, and by conceding early, she could preserve her strength.
Wei Wuji, disguised as a coachman, saw everything and was furious. He did not stop the imminent skirmish; on the contrary, he wanted to use this opportunity to get Fan Sui killed. However, he had not expected Fan Sui to endure it, so he did not want to reveal his identity.
"You... you are truly powerful! With such strength, are you still afraid you cannot defeat the Akatsuki organization?" Gailuo asked with a joyful expression.
One had to know that the old man's dark gold cauldron was a mid-tier Earth-grade weapon and his life-bound artifact. Yet, the five-hundred-fold metal-elemental power unleashed by Tang Xin’s source weapon of metal-elemental mysteries was terrifying beyond measure.
With three crossbow bolts in his neck and a feathered arrow in his back, the guard gasped, his eyes filled with confusion and grief. He slowly knelt, his head drooping lower and lower, while the three metal arrowheads that had pierced through his neck pointed toward the sky.
"Mu Shaoai, you must not intervene!" Yuren Feiqiong spread his wings, his back to the vast sky, looking as majestic as a descending god. His brows remained tightly furrowed as always, and the blade in his hand was now drawn without reservation.
Zuogesi and Jinke were puzzled, but when Bison handed them the letter, they could not help but smile after reading it.
I looked at Akmal, who was still wiping away tears. What he said was somewhat chaotic and his speech was not very clear, but perhaps because it was heartfelt, compared to Qasim’s righteous rhetoric, Akmal’s words easily convinced the person before us.
After all, Shentu had killed so many people, and here, the boss had killed even more than Ruofeng himself... so the loot of money was quite substantial.
When Wang An and his group appeared outside the Ancestral City of the Witch Tribe, they found it had not been destroyed. Even the city tower that had been shattered earlier was now surrounded by a faint Law of Strength, as if it were beginning to repair itself autonomously.
The next moment, the four formation discs exploded one after another, turning into fragments, and the space of the formation enveloping the sky shattered like a bubble.
The old man smiled. "You are right. Why bring up the past? But as for Berisha, haven't you been asking me why I trust these people?" The old man beckoned to me, acting mysterious and glancing left and right, as if truly afraid of being spied upon.
The giant squid was surrounded by countless terrifying tentacles, circling and writhing in the air, a truly daunting sight.