Volume 1, Chapter 65: The Final Farewell-Após o retorno de três anos de treinamento infernal, toda a família se arrepende de não ter começado desde o início(Colina da Flor Pequena)

Shen Du's tone remained calm, making it impossible to tell whether he was pleased or angry, yet it gave one a deeply earnest feeling.

Lin Zhiyu frowned slightly, lowering her gaze to look at the bank card in her hand, while an unavoidable sense of bitterness welled up in her heart.

She actually knew very well that the appearance of Xu Qingqing would inevitably change something, but she was overcome by a profound sense of powerlessness.

Just as the two were talking, another heavenly soldier led the Daoist Priest Jianyuan inside. The true form of this Daoist Priest Jianyuan was none other than Jianmu, the primeval sacred tree.

It seemed they were not simply frozen in time, but rather acting under some command, executing it single-mindedly... Seeing this, Jiang Bailian knew she wouldn't be able to get any answers out of these people anytime soon.

The incident happened so suddenly that Ouyang Yi didn't have time to stop it. When he tried to grab Wan Zibing, he grasped only thin air. He stiffly withdrew his hand, fixing a steady and scrutinizing gaze on the newcomer.

After all, the current emperor revered Daoist arts, and the Shangqing Temple existed as a sacred entity in the eyes of the imperial court. Other folk Daoist temples naturally rode the coattails of this favor, each one built more lavish and magnificent than the last.

Born into wealth, she had never experienced the destitute circumstances Zhang Yuan spoke of. Yet traveling all the way from Hangzhou to the capital this time, she had witnessed numerous impoverished refugees along the road, and thus, an overwhelming sense of sympathy for Zhang Yuan's plight arose within her.

Losfjed believed the rumors about Chen Xiao, but having never witnessed them firsthand, and now seeing Chen Xiao besieged by so many powerful experts, he couldn't help but tremble with fear.

His dark glasses were far from ordinary; pasted behind each lens was a piece of photographic paper, and on the reverse side of the paper were separate photographs of his left and right eyes.

At this moment, the anxiety in the heart of the Ancestor of the River Styx was beyond description. Ceasing all resistance, he could only plead repeatedly, begging Jiufeng and the others to spare the Blood God's life.

With that, he let out a great cry and gave a shake of his body, unleashing an endless ocean of Asura blood flames that surged overwhelmingly toward Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Wang Fei felt the white light emanating from the lotus flower, wrapping around him with immense force. Hurriedly channeling his sword qi to shatter the lotus, he broke free from the entanglement and changed direction to fly toward the left. Right before him, Xuan Weizi used the Pristine Qi of Jade Clarity to form a giant hand covering the heavens, lunging to capture him.

Thinking back, he had been plotted against by the Jade Emperor, who claimed he was to keep all the wandering immortal beasts of the three realms in check—this was simply pushing him into a fire pit. Now, the Jie Teaching embraced all schools of thought and stood supreme, making several of the sages secretly displeased, which was why they wished to use the pretext of the Investiture of the Gods to plot against the Jie Teaching.

Lang Duan prepared to wander freely through the underground palace, believing his lightness Kung Fu had reached the realm of perfection. Little did he expect that modern technology would not permit him to fish in troubled waters; as the alarm sounded, people swiftly moved to pre-determined, relatively safe locations following the counter-terrorism drill procedures they had practiced in routine training.

He had won this battle and simultaneously seized the opportunity to expand his forces considerably. However, the powers in the Western Continent were intricately intertwined, meaning that even the Bull Demon King had to calculate every step to survive there, lest a single misstep lead to total ruin.

"No! I will not give up! No matter what, I will never give up! I will absolutely not let you die!" The golden battle aura on the Tiger King's body flared with even more brilliant radiance. This was a true battle between battle aura and magic—victory or defeat rested on this single decisive moment! The Tiger King knew he could not afford to lose this; this was something he could not lose!

Yet the most popular figure was not him, but the Western Concubine. As an emissary of the Medicine God who never collected consultation fees and cured illnesses without requiring people to take medicine, cheers followed her wherever she went. Bright Sun day only buried his head in practicing the sword, A-Jiu sometimes hung out with Ah-Dai, sometimes accompanied the Western Concubine to help others, and sometimes practiced moves with Bright Sun, the only person she remained distant from being Xisa.

Invincible shook his head: "I will go myself tonight! There is no need to trouble Your Highness Calais. That is all! I have an appointment, so I won't detain the two of you any longer!" With that, ignoring Calais who looked as if she had more to say and the dumbfounded Count Lai, he turned and strode toward the inner courtyard.