Chapter 36: The Golden Gate

Speaking of this, Fang Zhiyi could not help recalling the nauseating Elder Sun.

Unfortunately, although both were Spirit Transformation cultivators, Elder Sun was at the mid-stage, while Fang Zhiyi was only at the early-stage.

Though Elder Sun’s conduct and actions were revolting, Fang Zhiyi truly had no absolute confidence that he could kill him.

Just now, Fang Zhiyi had taken advantage of Elder Sun’s unpreparedness and launched a sudden attack, managing to suppress him within a short time. But if—

After catching Tang Youran’s look, Gu Yu hurriedly reached out and tugged at his best friend’s arm, signaling with his eyes that he should stop talking.

Li Bumian nodded in acknowledgment. He Caiyun smiled and returned the gesture before walking out the door.

From Rocky’s puzzled gaze, Karina could tell what he was thinking, but she did not care in the slightest.

Dongfang Saoshen wore a cold expression. However, it was a bird to begin with, and without a humanized face, it always looked icy and expressionless.

Xia Xi lifted the teacup beneath her nose and gave it a gentle swirl. In an instant, the fresh fragrance of tea flooded her nostrils.

“You…” He opened his mouth, just about to ask Tang Youran what she was doing, when she suddenly leaped onto the bed and, without a word, sat down heavily on his waist.

That was why Goodley had sent only two hundred Void Demon warriors. He simply could not send any more.

Denver was naturally unwilling to accept this, but the Lakers’ offensive surged wave after wave, as fierce as a flood or a pack of savage beasts. No matter how they tried, they could not stop it.

Last season, his three-point shooting percentage had reached thirty-five percent, and he had rescued the Lakers from danger time and again.

“Tonight, we’re cheering for Oppa Moose. When the three of us unite, our strength can cut through anything,” Yoona declared loudly.

A plump white grub poked its head out from the flower’s stamens, its antennae trembling constantly as though sensing whether there was any danger outside. Lin Qingquan held his breath and crouched beside it in the posture of someone using a toilet, baring his teeth as beads of sweat faintly emerged on his forehead.

“It would be embarrassing to show up empty-handed. We should at least get enough for a whole table!” Qian Junkun said.

Faced with such overwhelming force, Zhang Qing did not dare confront it head-on. His feet shifted lightly, his movements erratic as if he were passing through space, while he continuously intercepted the sword qi filling the sky.

There was nothing he could do. This heavenly tribulation had lasted far too long. With less than a third of it gone, Luo Xiu’s physical body had already suffered such severe injuries that he understood clearly: without some other means at his disposal, he might well end up reduced to nothing but a shattered soul this time.

“Please calm down for the moment, all three of you,” Fei Wenli said, somewhat helplessly. Yet her words had no effect at all.

Later, he often found himself coming to this place to stare blankly. Whenever someone saw him there, they would say to him,

“Flower Farmer, go protect Mother. I have no use for you here anymore.” Charlotte issued the order, unaware that there had been a subtle change in the way he spoke. Simply put, he had become less polite and more direct, as though he had grown heartless.

“Nothing.” Fu Sheng turned his head away and ignored him. She did not know what he was plotting. From the looks of it, he did not intend to harm them; otherwise, given his strength, they would probably have died several times over by now.

So the opportunity had finally come. He would prove his worth to Bruce. Even if he could not fight on the front lines or serve as a damage dealer, he would at least become a divine-grade support, and absolutely not some logistics worker tasked with miscellaneous chores.

Liuran was pierced through the heart by the Kunwu Sword. Blood gushed from her chest, and the fierce light in her eyes rapidly dimmed. Bright red blood slowly trickled down the silver-white blade. The Heaven-Severing Sword in her hand let out repeated mournful cries, but she no longer had the strength to hold on to it, allowing it to fall into the mortal world.

Su Jinge froze completely. For some reason, the sight of True Lord Liuyue presiding over affairs suddenly flashed before her eyes.

Seeing her deliberately evade the subject, Su Jinge’s single strand of suspicion multiplied tenfold. She stretched out her arm straight, holding Wu Niang’s hand utterly motionless.