Chapter 50: Giving Out

"Fellow Daoist, isn't this going a bit too far?"
Along with this voice, an elderly man wearing a dark Taoist robe and possessing a benevolent expression slowly descended from the sky.
An ethereal aura emanated from all around the elder, giving him an otherworldly and immortal demeanor. However, his slightly furrowed brows ruined that transcendent temperament.
"Going too far?"
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As for him now, the embarrassment of his disastrous defeat was completely gone, all because Lin Fei had extended a helping hand to him.
Wherever the giant python's black blood flowed, the ground rapidly caved in and hardened into solid chunks, cracks appearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"How do you all consider this? Can we let Xing Nan participate in this selection?" The elderly academy head first praised Feng Lian'er inwardly; it was precisely because of her existence that these old fellows were so easy to talk to, and then he asked the question.
The man's beautiful phoenix-like eyes revealed an expression of utter disgust, as if he were the supreme heavens while they were merely insignificant stray dogs and cats, not even on the same level as him. His eyes were filled with nothing but contempt and scorn, and the corners of his mouth were raised high.
At that time, the moon was high in the center of the sky. The red-haired man wore a black sleeveless athletic outfit, exposing his bulging, muscle-bound arms. His long red hair fluttered and swept upward against the wind, and faint red flames seemed to flicker across his body. Even his pupils had turned red, making him look like a demon god, terrifying enough to strike awe and panic without even fighting.
Moreover, the resources of the Demon Realm were extremely barren, amounting to less than one-tenth of the Great Thousand Worlds. Such a vast territory had a large majority of wasteland, and coupled with scarce resources, it was precisely because of all this that the laws of the Demon Race were cruel and bloody, where the weak fell prey to the strong and only the fittest survived.
Mutian's gaze sank. This chill was truly overbearing; the ordinary-level flames unleashed by his Myriad Yang Palms were directly ignored by it. It seemed he could only dissolve it using primordial force.
With that, the old gentleman flicked his hand, slung the broken pipa across his back, and instantly shifted away with agile and light movements.
Zhuifeng seemed to be somewhat swayed by the man's words. It appeared that this fellow, who was beautiful enough to evoke both jealousy and annoyance, harbored no malicious intent, and her tone grew somewhat calmer.
Amidst the frantic cries, Heike rolled onto the ground, bleeding black blood from his facial orifices and dying instantly. What a potent and fatal poisoned mourning nail! Li Yihang's face turned pale; if that nail had been aimed at him, even with precautions, he would not have escaped unscathed. Fortunately, he hadn't acted rashly just now, otherwise the one lying dead on the ground right now would have been himself.
Fifteen minutes later, Chen Wenwen walked out. With a blank expression, she stared straight at the tips of her shoes, obviously having failed as well.
"Please forgive me, Governor, but the mountain roads are truly difficult to traverse, and there are many bandits along the way." Marcos Mota was a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes.
Sitting from the middle of the night until now, when Zhao Yu passed by and saw the two heavy dark circles under her eyes, a surge of pity made him immediately take off his coat and give it to her.
Just like the black-and-white dragon Xu Anran had seen before, this phoenix also radiated a peculiar and wondrous aura.
Following that, all the pigeons flew down and hovered at low altitudes around the crowd. They cooed softly, yet it did not sound like they were begging for food.
The two of them were deadlocked right there on the spot, and there was no telling how long they would remain so stubbornly entangled.
Zhu Dexing saw a man wearing a cardboard box on his head, his hands tied behind his back, and stripped down until he was left with only a pair of Ultraman underwear.
"It's just Ji Wuyue. Do you still remember why you brought me back in the first place? If I hadn't clung desperately to your leg and refused to let go, would you have saved me?" The black fog stared unblinkingly at Ji Wuyue, letting out a cold laugh.
Therefore, the moment they burst forth from the starlight, those three blood-red Heavenly Demons immediately soared into the sky, transforming into three beams of blood-red light as they lunged fiercely toward Zuo Xiutong and Xiao Mo.
Consort Zuo Feng knew that Tuoba Jun could not bear to leave Qingcheng, so she instructed Feihong and Feiyan to guard the Western Hall well before departing on her own.
Yet when he looked at Tuoba Yu beside him and saw that he, too, wore an intoxicated expression, he dismissed the thought of summoning someone to send for Gu Qingcheng.
"Among assassins, there is a poison that turns not only the enemy but even oneself into a pool of blood and water. Looking at it now, Qin Batian likely dissolved into a pool of blood and vanished, which is why there was no corpse left."
"Could she be sleeping with the chairman?" Employee Mo Qingyu pushed up her black-rimmed glasses and said in a low voice.
In other households, every family would be reunited with their flesh and blood, but for An Wen and Lu Chen, they would likely have to spend it in the hospital.
After sending the text message, Lu Tuoyou eagerly awaited a reply. When none came for a long time, and he heard the class bell ring, he reluctantly put away his phone, picked up his textbook, and prepared for class.
"You must be Lingheng's younger sister. I'm An Ge, your brother's classmate." An Ge's explanation was quite logical; because Chen Yutong called Lingheng her brother, she naturally mistook her for Lingheng's sister.
Until that physician left, Du Yunxi's face remained alternated between pale and ashen, and she was in even less of a mood to complain about a stomachache.
Was the only reason he had managed to endure until now without fainting because he was bathing in dragon blood?
"Could it be that you think the Lord of Annihilation is one of the Twelve Demon Sovereigns?" The expressions of everyone present changed instantly. If that were truly the case, would it not mean that there existed twelve Lords of Annihilation on the continent of war? If so, once they joined forces, who on the continent could possibly contend with them?
Another reason was that she wanted to experience this with the person she loved; it was one of her life's wishes, which was why she wanted to fulfill it.
What on earth happened? Why did they start fighting? All the Alliance warriors were completely baffled.
"Stop arguing, they are coming." Namikaze Minato slowly narrowed his eyes, the dark-ops ninjas of the Sand Village reflecting beneath his azure pupils while he calculated the distance between them, pondering how many people he could instantly kill if he used the Flying Thunder God technique.
The shockwave generated by the explosion expanded layer by layer, scattering the dark clouds in the night sky. Under the brilliant moonlight, a corner of the Hidden Leaf Village was already riddled with holes and utterly shattered.
Feng Shui used Fire Release to ignite the wood, pierced a piece of beef with a kunai, and began roasting it over the flames.