Chapter 52

However, the God-Beating Whip also came with numerous limitations. Anyone who had not practiced divine arts and lacked strong spiritual consciousness would likely drain their own spiritual power completely before even striking the opponent.

The figure was not particularly tall, appearing somewhat like the height of a child. Because the moonlight was not exceptionally bright, I could not yet make out his appearance clearly.

"What doubt?" the three elders of the Wang family and the hermit of Heavenly Gate asked in unison, looking at Tianhong with surprise.

Liu Qinghan released his spiritual consciousness: outside lay a patch of forest where the vegetation grew wildly and vines sprawled everywhere. It resembled a deep, untamed mountain forest where no one had set foot for many years, so overgrown that there was nowhere to step.

Yan Fei turned a deaf ear to the chorus of praise and discussion. Too lazy to press down with his hands anymore, he placed one foot on the pig's neck and waited for the blood to drain completely.

That first street killing had not been Yan Fei's intention, but this time, it was the first time he had actively harbored the intent to kill someone and had actually carried it out.

Moreover, Pellegrini was his mentor. To follow his mentor and continue serving under a coach who trusted him the most—was this not also a wonderful tale?

In truth, however, the golden light was simply a sign of the smelting platform's upgrade, having absolutely nothing to do with the items being refined inside.

At the most emotional and expressive part of the song, my tears poured down uncontrollably like broken pearls, impossible to stem no matter what. All the grievances and hurts I had suffered since leaving home were poured out in this single moment.

Since he was not a talent, he was not even as good as a dog. After all, Boss Yan's dogs could not only guard the door but also catch mice, and most importantly, they were remarkably worry-free, never needing to worry about rebellion.

I was very annoyed by this. I ran to the Second Elder Grandpa and asked him what on earth he had said to Yimo that made her avoid me.

After the Master Commander was captured by Master Huaizhi, the remaining giant pythons and hunting pythons fought to the death. After hundreds of rounds of fierce, one-on-one combat with the Six-Eared Mystic Tong and the Golden-Threaded King Monkey, they were directly captured by Master Huaizhi, who flew over in time. Fighting to the very end in this manner, only the Red Python King and the Thunder Python King still persisted.

The First Elder and Second Elder thought this made sense and both nodded. Only Reynolds furrowed his brow deeply: Could it really be that simple?

Back then, the ancestors of Leishan handed over the five dragon-beast kings of Violent-Tooth Mountain to their beloved disciple, the Sky-Soaring God of War Han Fei, and then continued pursuing the entelodonts southward.

A burning sensation of blood vessels bursting filled his eyeballs. Xu Shu hurriedly averted his gaze, and two streams of hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. Fortunately, no further damage was done.

"No!" Tanshihuai, who had remained silent all this while, could finally no longer seal his primordial strength. He stretched both hands out furiously toward the sky, his blindingly white hair flying in all directions, eyes wide open, mouth agape, revealing gleaming white teeth as if he truly were a male lion.

"Revolver, a fine comrade of Su Ying, dedicated his precious life to the motherland and witnessed the glory of a soldier with his blood. Salute with a volley of gunfire, everyone!" Xuan said, facing Revolver's gravestone.

"By your logic, everyone was discussing their own matters, but then the Second Young Master suddenly launched a violent sneak attack and even aimed to kill—what was that all about? Isn't that a grave crime?" The more Guoluo spoke, the louder his voice became.

Hearing Banchai Jiji's sudden roar and stepping inside to see him violently vomiting blood, he was scared out of his wits.

"Right, it is precisely ignorance! Because Hangzhou will belong to our Death Society, the South will as well, and in the near future, the entire Huaxia will too." With that, Liang Feng let out a wild laugh.

He took a large gulp of wine, tossed the flask aside, and began to practice his boxing. He had practiced this set of forms countless times, yet every time he trained, he gained a brand-new comprehension.

"Splat..." The sharp blade pierced directly through Zhao Yunlong's right chest. Had he not turned slightly just a moment ago, it would have pierced straight into his heart.

In this lifetime, his heart felt warm. When they approached, their gazes were filled with worry. Perhaps in their hearts, there was more concern than fear of so-called dangers, and they cared nothing for any orders.

They instinctively assumed that this Tang Monk was Datang's Sanzang. Coupled with the fact that this Tang Monk was extremely familiar with the routines of fetching scriptures, they never even considered the possibility that Tang Zeng was also a transmigrator.

Illusionary Wonderful City was a place under the protection of the Illusionary Wonderful Demon King, and more importantly, it was governed by Lord Malu and Lord Unicorn. Those who did not follow the rules had long had their heads twisted off by these two lords. Other demon cultivators, even relying on their extraordinary cultivation bases, did not dare to commit crimes openly within Illusionary Wonderful City.

Just as he wanted to rush forward and contend with those two major factions for the kill on the Ice-Soul Dragon, a divine light soared into the sky from a distant mountain, attracting the gazes of everyone nearby.

After absorbing the other party's power, Zhao Yunlong stepped down as if walking on air, completely weightless, and swiftly drifted to Bai Linghua's side, thrusting his spear straight toward her.

These people were shocked. Originally, they had believed that leading a few hundred people at the Spirit-Gathering Realm could trample any newly blossomed planet.

The others remained silent. Recalling the Second Elder's earlier evaluation, they felt Zhao Yunlong had not exaggerated at all. Seen in this light, Yue Lingxin truly would not be buried following Zhao Yunlong; it was just that being repeatedly slapped in the face made their cheeks sting a little.

The Crimson Flame Mountain range was a volcanic mountain range located ten miles outside Yanhuang City. There were hundreds of volcanoes here, the sky was completely crimson, and the air not only permeated with a scorching heat but also emitted a pungent odor resembling rotten eggs.