25 The Goddess of White Mountain

After delivering these words, Liu Hai transformed into a phantom and flew rapidly toward the Stone Dragon Army.

Originally, under the protection of the Eighteen Heavens Formation, the forces of the Demon God had not gained any advantage for the time being.

The black World-Burning Spirit Fire and the dark red World-Moistening Pure Water cooperated perfectly, refusing to force a confrontation with the Yin-Yang Mother-Child Wind. They allowed Wu Hao to withdraw the Linglong Colorful Phoenix Sword without causing any further disturbance.

"The Immeasurable Ruler?" Ling'er exclaimed in surprise. This item was another artifact of merit; Shennong had used it in the past and later returned it to the heavens. She had not expected the Master of Heaven to bestow it upon her.

After adding water and egg whites to the flour and kneading it, Grayfia took out a device that vibrated at a high frequency and inserted it into the dough.

One must know that Qishilie’s physique was comparable to that of Ye Haoran, yet now it had been easily bitten through by his opponent. One can only imagine the extent of Qishilie’s terror.

Liu Hai scanned the crowd below with a lingering gaze—especially his mother, father, grandfather, father-in-law, and his many close confidantes. And behind them, the rounded belly of Qin Ruolan. The resolve in his heart grew firmer.

"Lord of the Silent Prison, as long as you help me kill them, I am willing to pay double the previous reward once the deed is done," Deacon Lin stated.

A tall, thin man draped in the fur of spirit beasts stepped slowly from behind a giant tree. A black snake, covered in dark red spots and spanning several feet, coiled around his body. Its head rested on his left shoulder, tongue flicking in and out, revealing a pair of sharp fangs.

"Hmph," Mo Wuque snorted in disdain. His forty-meter-long great sword faced the fist swung by Hyoudou Issei.

With this function, he could spar with powerful experts at any time to accumulate rich combat experience.

A single strike caused blood to seep from Lin Yun’s thumb web; the sheer magnitude of Lan Fengyuan’s strength was evident.

"You are courting death!" The practitioner of the Golden Cicada Buddha Clan roared in fury, then swung his whip toward Qian Shang once more. The strike landed, leaving yet another deep wound on Qian Shang’s body.

I thought it was something serious—isn't it just a haunted house? Could this really stump me? Although I haven't been to this newly opened one, I've seen others before; there's nothing remarkable about them. As long as you silently recite that all ghosts and monsters are merely paper tigers, there is no need to be afraid.

Before we know the origin of that impostor, we must not alert the enemy or act rashly.

"Thanks to your blessing, Senior, I am doing alright," Li Qiao tried to force a smile, but no matter what, it remained a stiff, reluctant expression—or perhaps it wasn't a smile at all, just a twitch of the skin.

Sun Bofu, suspended in mid-air, appeared like the descent of a Thunder God, exuding an invincible aura of power.

"If this is true, then my Lin Clan may be reunited in this lifetime," Lin Yan remarked. He vaguely remembered the people of the Lin Clan from ten thousand years ago.

But at this moment, a roar echoed. The hurricane descended upon Lin Yan and his companions, yet it caused no harm. Looking closely, one could see a shimmering luster emanating from their hands.

Once the Human Venerable dies, the illusion will fail, and the constraints placed upon Jiang Yun will vanish, allowing him to fully regain his true strength.

Under the pressure of pure soul power, countless human-shaped candles were crushed into powder, and a boiling sea of fire erupted, submerging countless others.

If Zhang Ye had not kept his cool and had pitched the tent during the height of the festivities last night, it would have been a disaster: the Commander’s tent would have been in chaos, reeking of alcohol, and many would not have arrived within the three-drum deadline.

Transformation immediately unleashed a fireball. *Sizzle*—the fireball turned into black smoke and vanished before it even touched the Eight-Clawed Monster.

Kratos did not give his opponent a chance to react. With a sudden shout, the power of fate sealed the God of War’s domain, trapping this projection firmly in place.

A soft hum cut through the void as Bai Yutang, dressed in white, descended from the sky as lightly as a feather.

Zhang Yan’s body soared like a beam of sword light. He spun around the body of the Corpse Python with irresistible momentum, delivering a tyrannical kick to its form using a combat technique.

After hearing Zhao Kun’s explanation, Heizi fully understood how to organize the grand gambling match; now, all he lacked was a contact person.

Upon approaching, Jin Yun and the others were prepared to explain themselves. Without a clear explanation, they would find it difficult to enter Qingyue City.

Orthrus was the only one among the nine offspring to inherit the bloodlines of both Typhon, the ancestor of monsters, and Echidna, the mother of all snakes. Only by stimulating both bloodlines simultaneously to manifest the body of ten thousand snakes could it exert its full power.

"Then Your Majesty should take this day to enjoy yourself," the Flame Emperor stepped aside, bowing his head to clear a path for Shaohao.

However, the opponent was not easily handled. Number Two’s face had been kicked in by Chen Long, after which he pulled out a blood-red injector and plunged it into his arm. He then rushed forward to fight Chen Long, buying time for Number One to inject the serum as well.

With Li Gongfu’s support, even if Xu Jiaorong wanted to pretend he didn't exist, she couldn't afford to lose face. Su Su finally ate a sumptuous lunch that wouldn't poison her, the first of its kind since Xu Jiaorong was married.