Chapter Ninety-Three: Army Sword Style (1/5)

Sun Haochi did not know what the white sphere really was, but he understood one thing clearly: so long as Huangxuan was given no time to summon such a sphere, Huangxuan would be unable to withstand his attacks.

Fu Bang was no ordinary man, and even he could not help feeling wildly stirred at receiving such a pill; yet naturally he did not behave as Marquis Xiahou Yuan had, pouring all his emotion into a single glance.

Canghai did not know how to answer, because the villagers had surely never seen such a thing. In the past, there had been nothing around here but yellow earth. The largest animals nearby, apart from domesticated cattle and sheep, were probably rabbits in the wild. Where could such a thing have come from?

“That was a headache pill just now. Close your eyes and rest a little longer, and you’ll be fine.” Xiao Yan set the water cup aside, pulled the blanket more neatly over her, and spoke in a voice that was still gentle.

“I’ll say it!” Xuan Ying cried out at once when she saw her two senior brothers rushing in to kill, then quickly told Sun Haochi by voice transmission about the fire spirit body.

She was truly regretting it now, regretting that she had not left with Cheng Feifan. Damn it... Though she had wanted to stay by Ning Ning’s side to care for him, he could look after himself perfectly well without her. Ning Ning could even take care of her, let alone himself.

Princess Eight’s intentions lay elsewhere. She had no leisure mood to admire flowers. Naturally, she had come straight to the point.

Aside from the offering to Heaven, the most important part of the Grand Ceremony of the Heaven-Professing Sect was to communicate with the seniors of the immortal realm. There was no telling whether an immortal might descend in a moment, and who would dare sit before an immortal?

After leaving the room, Sun Haochi closed the door and came to the room of Wang Ede, raising a hand to knock lightly on the door a few times.

Just as Chu Ruoxi stepped onto the bus, she suddenly felt someone pat her shoulder, and a crisp voice sounded by her ear.

They waited for the jungle mage to use up his skills and let his health fall before making their move. The red buff latched onto him, leaving the mage nowhere to escape. Every step proceeded exactly as he had predicted.

Cherry and the others looked down on Ye Xiao deeply in their hearts, but at the same time they were astonished that he had actually refused Elder Xun. Did he not know that being able to discuss talisman formations with Elder Xun was something they had longed for day and night?

After spending so much effort and time, before they had even managed to catch a single glimpse of what the mysterious sphere truly was, it was already swallowed whole by the Prison Suppressor.

Just as they were still hesitating over whether to enter the supermarket and stock up on supplies, Lin Hui, who had been quiet with his headphones on, suddenly became agitated.

Although he eventually rose to power and true love transformed him so that he no longer fell into darkness, the path he had walked was still far too tragic.

“Never mind. The two of you should flee at the first chance.” Lian Po-lu suddenly looked ahead into the darkness with an unusually grave expression and said in a low voice.

“Didn’t I say it? I want to know about the people I know. Do you know what’s happened to my mother?” The first thing Ye Xiao asked, of course, was about his mother.

The young men present all fell silent. Though they were chasing reputation, that was all they were doing; they had not actually changed anything or affected Eastsea City in any real way.

“Paying the bill.” Han Ziyu suddenly rose, handed the money for her meal to the owner, and turned back to give Xiao Mo a white-eyed glance.

Bao Feiyang could not help but sneer. He had never agreed to help shift the Korean Sanshui Group’s three-party joint shipbuilding project to Tongcheng. What he had agreed to was only to help arrange for the Korean Sanshui Group to come to Tongzhou for an inspection. But at a time like this, naturally he could not reveal his calculations.

Slandy had not expected that the handsome, dashing Eastern man before her had thought of the very same thing Hollywood was doing.

“No. I have to go find him. He is the heir to the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Terenas’s body has grown weaker and weaker; it can no longer bear the weight of the crown. These are responsibilities Arthas must shoulder.” After saying this, Muradin turned and headed into the snowstorm.

Then, if he continued refining his internal energy and strengthened it to a level that even the spatial imprint could not disperse, would he not be able to break through his current realm smoothly and reach the level of a fourth-rank martial artist?

This could be seen from the purpose of this Dao discourse tournament. The thirty inheritors selected through the first round of Dao discourse were all already qualified to enter the Chaos Ruins. In such circumstances, why was a second round of Dao discourse still necessary?

A black rectangular machine, with two black cords attached to its side, and then two grips shaped somewhat like altered letter U’s.

Looking up, sure enough, there stood a towering figure like an iron pagoda in the distance, smiling broadly at him.

Although such elven archers were much stronger than before, and the extension of their range meant they could inflict maximum damage from a greater distance, making them far more formidable than before, in the face of the enemy’s overwhelming forces, it still felt rather like a drop in the bucket.

The entertainment media, ever eager to manufacture headlines, had even dug up from some source the fact that Liu Chengming and Qin Tang had once fallen out at the celebration of Shanghang Arts University. Even Liu Shiying, who had nothing to do with this matter at all, had been dragged into it.

Chen Xi was now already the Lord of the Eight Star Domains, and had even once borrowed the Heart of the Source Realm to perceive the Heavenly Dao order and laws of the entire Source Beginning Heaven.

As the thick tear of blood slowly ran down Li Fei’s cheek, the battle between grandfather and grandson finally officially began.

The waist and hips were not especially tightly fitted, so one could make out the general outline of the figure, but not in excruciating detail. The neckline was a plain collar, and the design used shoulder sleeves throughout; even if the back had cutouts, they were filled in with white gauze.

Ji Ping did not dare waste time. Wasting time meant wasting the medicinal effect of the Returning-Flow Jade Liquid Pill, and wasting spirit stones.

A Jiu and Bai Mingyuan’s father and son checked the terms together, making a few additions and deletions. Once everything was confirmed to be correct, they had Ye Ziqing prepare two identical copies, and each party signed, sealed, and pressed their fingerprints.