44 Becoming a Prophet

However, the Graveyard Daoslaves are blessed with the power of destruction; the higher their realm, the stronger that destructive power becomes. The combat prowess unleashed at the peak of the Saint Realm is not much weaker than that of Revered Chen. Therefore, even supreme powerhouses like Revered Chen do not find it easy within the primordial chaos.

Fierce artillery fire bombarded the area, wisps of white smoke hurtling toward the Chinese soldiers, then crashing violently into everything in their path.

Ignoring her father, Zhang Jing noticed the wind had stopped, so she reached up to shake the wind chime, setting off another round of tinkling sounds.

The three of them watched as Ye Chen sat down cross-legged. Exchanging glances, they took a deep breath in unison and let out a low roar. Instantly, incomparably pure power surged forth directly from within their bodies, rushing toward Ye Chen.

Zhuanxu was wise, resourceful, and skilled in statecraft. Enjoying immense prestige among the feudal lords and commoners of the realm, he continually expanded his territory and went down in history as an emperor of boundless virtue.

Among them, the Tokyo Aircraft Manufacturing Plant was the most outrageous. When the Great Demon King personally laid eyes on their top-secret blueprints, he spat out a mouthful of tea. What the hell was this design? It looked practically identical to the later-generation B2 bomber, adopting a tailless layout.

Regarding the white smoke, it was actually incompletely burned atomized oil, which meant most of it was wasted. Furthermore, considering that the 401st Institute's first-generation gasoline fractional distillation technology was quite backward—how backward was it?

Tu Jiaojiao shook her head, habitually biting her lower lip gently. Hesitating for a few seconds, she decided that a short pain is better than a long one; this matter could not be kept from her mother for a lifetime and ultimately had to be told.

The Vigilance Shrine stood at the center of Fairy Lake Island. Dressed in a black robe, Guo Lin slowly stepped inside. Occupying the upper seat of the shrine was an elderly man with his eyes slightly closed. The man sat withered on a woven mat, his feet resting on his respective thighs, his hands crossed and placed over his lower dantian.

The six individuals below seemed accustomed to this spectacle. As the screen of light gradually drifted away, the expressions on their faces grew even more respectful, not daring to draw a single loud breath.

Such being the situation, Chu Tao's gaze instantly chilled to the freezing point, and murderous intent suddenly surged along the blade of the Dragon Nether Sword.

Leng Fengyi slowly approached him, and taking advantage of his inability to counterattack, she drew the Dragon Nether Sword from his waist and pressed it against his neck.

"Xiao Yan, I've often heard of you. I didn't expect you to come to Medicine City." Ji Tongtian passed by Xiao Yan and said to him mockingly.

"Don't think too much about it. Absorb this completely, and the next time you encounter a Blood Wolf, you'll be the one beating it up." Xiao Yan patted Xiao Peng's shoulder, then strode outside.

Yet the strength in that voice could only belong to Qi Heng, the eldest young master of the Qi family! How on earth did he come to be in this place, and disguised as a beggar to boot? Where were the pair of splitting axes he was so accustomed to wielding?

Li Lu secretly rejoiced that the rogue's earlier trick against the Blood Ghost was considered mild; otherwise, no matter how many people there were, they wouldn't have been able to withstand his indiscriminate slashing.

"Who on earth killed master?" Li Zhaolin was burning with impatience. Beating around the bush was the hardest thing to endure.

Following that, flames of various colors flared up all around. A few of them, like Xiao Yan, possessed Heavenly Flames, while others combined their natal flames with strange substances to make themselves unique. The variety caused the audience present to scream in a frenzy.

"You want me to invest, give me a twenty percent stake, and grant me the position of second largest shareholder, yet you won't give me full operational control? What am I spending my money for?" Shui Qing said as if it were only natural.

Mu Yiyi watched as Jiang Jili's figure crouched outside the door. On the ground, an object was placed near the threshold with a faint sound, almost imperceptible. One could tell how dearly Jiang Jili cherished the item in his hands.

"Oh, I never expected that after so many years, someone would still remember my old name," Red Auntie said with a charming laugh.

Seeing that Qin Yang did not give a direct answer and instead responded with silence, Wu Qianying knew that the rumor was almost certainly true. Thus, she pressed on with further inquiries, and this questioning left Qin Yang truly at a loss for what to say or how to act.

Yet the one-eyed man searched for a long time without managing to turn up any cheating devices, not even a single die. Naturally, such an outcome was not what he had hoped for, which only made him all the more frantic and exasperated.

It was unknown who emitted an even stranger syllable, which unexpectedly blended into the phonetic rhythm of Palace Master Nishang's incantation of 'Annihilation'.

The speed of this Sanctuary-level golden dragon was actually not much slower than Ah Lun's; it was just that its agility fell far short. Even so, despite its inferior agility, Ah Lun still found it difficult to find an opportunity to seriously injure it during the previous battle, relying solely on his rich combat experience.

This was originally a scheme meant to trick a fool, but as it happened, Mu Yiyi was the biggest fool of all. That was why, even when Yan Xi repeatedly emphasized Lancang Zhu's imperial edict, she still tearfully begged Yan Xi to take her back to the palace.

Under the catalysis of the Golden Bone Fluid, the Queen Ant abandoned her egg-laying ability and instead assumed a humanoid form similar to the Gold-Eating Ants. This state was far better suited for combat. Reaching out with her claws, the Queen Ant grabbed several Wall-Money Orb-Weavers and swallowed them whole into her wide-open mouth.

"Oh, Ah Lun! You bastard, you're finally awake!" An adolescent voice suddenly rang out beside his ear.

The people of the Prince of Ming's Mansion and the Prince of He's Mansion were baffled. As for those of lower status, they were locked in a chaotic melee, until those forces gradually retreated; since the grand hall had vanished, there was no need for them to continue wasting their lives here.

In Lady Cheng's heart, Fourth Master Xie had only been away for a little over a month, but in Xie Ke's heart, she had not seen her father for several years.

Sean seemed to smile. Under the starlight, even the resolute and stubborn lines on his face softened a fraction.