56 Omega

I was left speechless. If the Ninth Elder were to find out that I had comprehended the "Exorcism Battle Technique" back in the Foundation Establishment Mystic Realm, I wonder what his reaction would be.

Until I walked up to the counter, the high-foreheaded boss pointed to a price list on the table and purposefully handed me another menu with both hands, featuring today's special dishes.

"No way, I'm clearly being very leisurely." She sat up and, without changing her expression, placed an object from her lap behind her. Yet how could Ji Wuqing fail to see through her actions? He walked over to her side and yanked the object out from behind her.

Suddenly, Wang Chen felt the eyes of the Dragon God emit a bizarre brilliance. Shocked, Wang Chen attempted to withdraw and retreat, but the Dragon God had already changed hand seals, and the mirror image before Wang Chen immediately projected the scene of him entering deep meditation just moments ago.

Right now, the Mazu Temple was bustling with noise and excitement, crowded with people burning incense and praying. To dare crawl down into a well at a time like this—wouldn't that mean being watched by thousands of people? If you found a treasure, it belonged to the state; if you didn't find it, it would be even worse—you would be mocked to death amidst people's spit and scorn.

"You will soon notice two unexpected people." The young master kept him in suspense before his figure instantly merged into the void.

The atmosphere lapsed into a deadlock for a moment, and the fingers holding the bow and arrow of that water sprite were trembling continuously. As long as she was the slightest bit distracted, that dark-faced brute would likely be struck by her arrow.

The skinless monster's nose twitched, and his ten fingers gouged viciously into the muddy ground: "I'm going to fucking kill you." He suddenly raised his head high, his disheveled hair parting to reveal an extremely aged face with upturned nostrils, supremely ugly.

This radiance was the unique Netherworld Light belonging to the Nine Nether Pagoda. The light came in nine varieties, each possessing its own distinct ability. For instance, this stream of yellow light, enveloping Li Qing, could instantly double his speed.

After a quarter of an hour, the audience was growing a bit restless, and Principal Lang was pacing back and forth across the red-carpeted floor. At that moment, Le Yi directed several male classmates to carry in a yellowish table made of ordinary pearwood, which looked antique and carried quite a vibe.

Wang Quan said nothing, merely casting a glance at Zhang Qiyuan, then lifted the carriage curtain to reveal the person sitting inside.

Emilia froze slightly upon seeing that immensely familiar face, revealing a forced smile. There was none of that excitement from when she had first encountered the Demon King, nor any urge to draw her blade. Familiar strangers—wasn't that what they were?

That fissure was located not far behind Su Jiu, emitting a faint glow and serving as the sole light source in this place.

Initially, when she first arrived in this world, she only wanted to defeat the Demon King and then drag him back to Luqi. But two years had passed—a full two years—before she finally tracked down the Demon King, and by then, the Demon King had already become a high school student.

"Hall Master Murong is the master of the Array Hall, one of the four halls of the inner court. His strength is unfathomable, and on occasion, he deigns to instruct us disciples, though most of the time, it is the elders who teach us," the disciple said slowly, his gaze filled with undisguised reverence.

The second place marked by the red circle was at the foot of a verdant mountain. There were hardly any trees around, only massive boulders. When Su Jiu and the others arrived, they even saw some people smashing up these rocks to carry them back on their backs, though it remained unclear what purpose they served.

Looking at the familiar name displayed on her phone, Yi Le fell silent for a long moment before slowly pressing the "Hang Up" option.

Yi Le swallowed hard, freezing in his tracks. Although he had imagined such a scene before, seeing it unfold right before his eyes still made his eyes widen.

However, his notion was destined to be in vain, because at this moment, Bill Gates had already been recognized by the person before him, who spotted him at a single glance. After all, Bill Gates's appearance was simply too conspicuous.

Three minutes later, Uenqi collapsed dejectedly to the ground. Both of his legs had been trampled to a snap, and a gaping wound over a foot long had been ripped across his belly, spilling pristine intestines and crimson blood all over the ground. Meanwhile, that Abyssal Fiend stood leisurely with folded arms, completely at ease and without a single hair harmed.

However, because he had been in a hundredfold hurry to eat his "breakfast," Ji Liunian firmly pushed him out of the bathroom later when it was time to bathe, refusing to let him in.

Outsiders all said that their bond as teacher and student was profound. After Grand Tutor Xia lost his wife, the Emperor himself cared for and tended to him for over a month, even visiting the Grand Tutor's estate personally on several occasions.

Sha Da also walked over, her pair of phoenix eyes fixed unblinkingly upon Feng Qiongxiao. Those eyes seemed capable of dragging a person down into the Nine Nether Hells, yet also capable of making one behold a brilliant golden radiance.

A massive surge of spiritual Qi gushed forth continuously like a mountain spring. Qin Feng grew increasingly puzzled; logically speaking, he hadn't even hacked away these rock fragments, yet the cauldron was now able to absorb the spiritual Qi stored deep within the rock wall. This left Qin Feng with no choice but to wonder.

Ji Yi walked over to the group boiling fish maw and noticed that both sides of the gutted fish bellies had flaky fish fat. He immediately had someone collect that fish fat into an earthen jar, placed it over a fire to render, and then had the Xiling clan find some weaving threads.

By this time, the sky had gradually grown dark, and standing outside made it impossible to see anything inside the room. The bailiff therefore asked the guards for a torch and walked in.

Following Qin Feng's loud shout, raging flames instantly ignited within a thirty-meter radius centered around the Ze-Withered Python Demon Snake. Experiencing the immense high temperature within, the Ze-Withered Python Demon Snake thrashed its tail about inside the ring of fire, attempting to extinguish the blazing inferno surrounding it.

Dongfang Yunlie also departed. Shangguan Birou clutched her throat, coughing with great difficulty, while the resentment deep within her heart grew increasingly intense.

And yesterday, Bai Yucheng had made a surprise raid, simply stating that he had signed her, without explaining the specific details to her in depth.

Contrary to everyone's anticipation that a peerless beauty would meet a tragic end, right at the moment the palm was descending, an eight-foot-long fishing rod blocked the palm's continued advance.

That's right, they were Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Tianyuan Sect. Their garments were all a uniform shade of blue.

Yet he had just clearly seen that the one who fired the shot was actually the security guard on duty earlier, and naturally understood now that this was also one of the Ghost Shadow's operatives disguised in a fake identity. These fellows possessed extremely advanced camouflage techniques, immediately causing him to fall into their trap.

Yet being a wanted fugitive was her shackle, and compared to her freedom and her family, it was utterly worthless.

Over a dozen archers aimed their weapons at him, their bowstrings still vibrating. He lowered his head; his entire body was riddled with arrows, no fewer than ten in total.