Volume 1, Chapter 29: Disobedient, Time for a Spanking

The races still remaining with the Green Dragon suddenly began to denounce it, for the migration plan had been ruined.

Gu Lei widened his eyes, peering intently, yet he still could not make out the man's features. When he realized the man seemed to be flying toward him, he hesitated, debating whether he should hide.

This family actually dared to blackmail me; I must teach them a lesson they won't forget and show them that Kaoshan Hall is not to be trifled with.

The protector sword of the Bo people, having been venerated for over two thousand years, was imbued with immense sacrificial power. It had nourished the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon to a terrifying state, making it appear as lifelike as a real dragon. Under the nourishment of the dragon's aura, the creature’s power was overwhelming, its sword energy piercing the surface of the water and shooting straight into the clouds.

How many eons of cultivation had it taken him to reach his current level, yet that mysterious Master had raised Ao Shun's strength with a mere flick of his hand.

There is another rumor, even more extravagant: it takes one eon to bloom, one eon to bear fruit, and one eon to ripen; it requires a total of three eons before it can be consumed.

Thus, with the enhancement of his spirit weapon and martial techniques, Duan Fei’s strength reached the mid-stage of the seventeenth level.

As the flames dissipated, the two Qilian ancestors exchanged a grim look, abandoned their two juniors, and gave chase.

However, Wan Feng did not dare to give Lan Xingyue a hard time. After calming his emotions, he retorted with a steady and gentle tone.

He reached out and fumbled, trying to grab a blanket to wrap around himself, but finding it missing, he could only clutch his clothes and hug himself tightly.

Chen Ting’s gaze was cold and sharp. He calculated constantly; in a few months, he wondered how many array diagrams he could refine. He feared it would be nowhere near the amount required to activate the Haotian Tower.

Under an aura like a thunderbolt, the crowd quickly retreated from the sea of fire. The earth-shaking commotion left all the top experts present in shock.

Before Wu Yu could react, the lightning puppet sniffed the air, looking somewhat dejected as if it had failed to find its prey, and ran off into the distance.

An Bang sat on the floor, staring up at the light above the operating room door, feeling as though everything were becoming increasingly surreal.

Huang Guozhang realized that Wang Xiang must have said something to his father, which caused the man's attitude to change so drastically. He had to speak with him in person to understand the situation; otherwise, things might very well go wrong.

A few seconds later, Cai Zhixiong slowly raised his head, opened his eyes, and gently flicked one of the spirit swords.

Under the moonlight, his face remained cold and silent. He stroked his beard, pondering the events of the day.

The power of the Thor’s Sword was far superior to that of the Thor’s Spear. The Fuso Divine Tree had not yet fully recovered, and the spirit of the Great Majestic Heavenly Virtue Mirror had suffered severe soul damage. Before they could even catch their breath, they were restrained by the powerful pressure of the sword energy, appearing to have no strength left to resist.

However, the might of too many Imperial weapons was being displayed; the Imperial weapons of the Fire and Thunder clans were released, and arrays permeated the air.

Turning to the second page of the Heavenly Strategy, the eleventh-ranked Elf clan disciple had only managed to trigger the light of eight flowers on the Tree of Life. This made the Second Prince’s expression turn instantly awkward; he felt humiliated and quite ashamed.

"You are asking them to give you a week’s time, aren't you?" Elder Shao looked into Wei Linghui’s eyes.

Not only that, but he also carried a spare in his backpack, ready to be swapped in the moment any tear appeared.

Seeing this, the newcomer simply withdrew his hand and looked away, as if he had performed an insignificant act. From his somewhat indifferent demeanor, it was clear he hadn't even exerted himself.

At this time, Zhang Haitao would claim he was going to work, but in reality, he was going to the crematorium to extract corpses.

"Hahaha, I knew you wouldn't refuse me." Li Ao laughed as he chased after him.

After Su Chen left Su Jin’s manor, he looked into the rearview mirror and a cold sneer curled his lips.

The conference room was deathly silent; no one had expected Elder Shao to set such a tricky question.

Ye Tian sneered, "Finally, you’ve come out!" He swung his blade to strike. Those men were dressed in black night-traveling outfits, masked, with only their eyes visible. They agilely dodged Ye Tian’s blade and charged toward Hua Nongying behind him.

"That's right, it's my first time playing this; teamwork is very important." Lin Gengxin high-fived Chen Chichi.

Liao Ming guessed that Old Man Shan was at least level fifty or above, because Jiana, at level forty-one, could not have cut through the stone without using spirit power to form blade energy in her hands. That was why he surmised Old Man Shan was at least level fifty.

Qing Ge pursed her lips and remained silent. Of course, she knew how much Noble Lady Zhao longed to escape that place. Ever since Guo Zhenzhen died, she had been thinking about how to get away.

The system voice of the game echoed in Bai Yiyi’s ears. She had a bad premonition, feeling that she was destined to be very unlucky in this world.

Those curses, that look of disdain mixed with self-righteousness, that ugliness—the words saying that the Lu family had been hypocritical for all these years, that they had all wronged her, and that they would suffer retribution in the future, still rang in her ears.

Even Dabao and Sanbao ran over to coax him, finally stopping Lin Jianxin’s sobbing. The group sat down in the main room again.

She let go and saw Luo Jiuan pull Jiang Ruonan into his embrace. The sight of his tender care caused her mind to go blank once more.

Only a few people knew that the person Wu Zhong was rooting for was likely not a classmate from his own class, but more likely Chen Hui.

In truth, Su Mu’s life hadn't changed much; it was merely a replication of the life he had led a year ago.

A week had passed since Lin Ye returned from Yujiang City. After experiencing a life-and-death battle, Lin Ye understood many of his own shortcomings.

Liu Xuande looked left and right at Zhang Fei and Guan Yu. Zhang Fei was still brooding over the death of Zhang Yu, while Guan Yu nodded at this moment.

In fact, Ji Fan had intentionally added several items to the storage ring for Cen Xi, including the Phoenix Seal he obtained from the Sky Vault in the Hundred Grave Mountains, the Phoenix Hairpin of the Lin clan ancestor, the Phoenix Soaring Bow and Arrow, and five supreme-grade spirit stones.

He was now so terrified that his crotch was wet, emitting a foul, pungent odor.

"Three teams, a four-versus-three-versus-three situation. The CST team has a numerical advantage, but winning is still difficult. They must not get caught in a pincer attack between the two teams," Qiye said with concern.