Volume 1, Chapter 64: Wei Yan Confined!
As this person entered the hall, Liu Chan slightly furrowed his brow, a flash of doubt crossing his eyes as he asked, "Who are you, and what is your business?"
"You are not yet qualified to test how strong I am; your attack is simply vulnerable to a single blow!" Nie Tian said coldly. As his voice fell, he took a heavy step forward. In an instant, an even more terrifying sword might swept across the heavens and earth, as if annihilating the firmament, evoking a sense of profound insignificance in everyone, even Gu Shengtian.
"People in the city speak of Jiang Zhenlong as if he were a divine figure. If he were truly easy to deal with, this shantytown would have been developed by others long ago," Ouyang Fei'er thought with lingering reservations.
Many people looked at Violet in bewilderment, for relying solely on her was clearly not enough to make her known to everyone across the seas.
Qin Weiyi agreed, fearing that she might forget amidst her recent overwhelming schedule, and simply asked Vina to make a note of it.
Zhang Houbo did not speak, but instead began to laugh, his laughter growing louder and louder, louder and louder still. That laughter was filled with sorrow and indignation, unwillingness and despair, and even more so with a deep yearning and attachment to survival, yet none of this could change the reality that had already occurred.
Standing at the trumpet-shaped opening facing the "Fairy Cliff," the few of us gazed with refreshed and relaxed minds at the miraculous and magnificent sight before us, lingering without moving our feet for a long time, while the others anxiously squeezed past us to enter the open space ahead.
The thin man found a concealed corner, sheltered by several vehicles, and rather clumsily dialed a phone number.
They truly did not hold out much hope for Leisha in this match, and the reason they still supported her and came to watch, aside from wanting to probe Xiaoming's true capabilities, also stemmed from certain other intentions—intentions that revolved around Ravel.
"Boss, surely you aren't actually taking a fancy to the Revolutionary Army? You aren't planning to join them, are you?" World asked anxiously. He had no mood to join the Revolutionary Army, nor any desire to become someone else's subordinate once again.
With just a single finger, the Fourteenth Prince's glabella was pierced by a golden beam of light, dead beyond all doubt.
Wang Dashan could see that as long as Ling Duyu said a single word, he could be spared from punishment. This was a lifesaver he had managed to grasp with great difficulty, and no matter what, he could not let go of it.
"Right, these curse powers are very similar to the curse power within my body. Perhaps I can manage to draw them over," Xiao Yi suddenly thought, a wildly audacious idea welling up in his mind.
Within the river of blood, it was gloomy, icy, and bone-chilling, freezing all things. It contained every negative and dark aura, cascading down from the sky like a waterfall. The yin-energy formed clouds and mists, rolling and unfurling to evolve all sorts of martial arts principles; the yin-wind howled, slicing through heaven and earth like an unsheathed, peerless divine blade.
The three streams of vital energy whipped up violent gales, causing the surrounding branches and leaves to sway frantically, a sea of foliage tossing in the wind.
This operation was very simple, nothing more than placing a few stents. As for stitching up the wounds and the like, it was merely a matter of a few spells. The intense pain brought by Ling Duyu's actions was something Hu Lin'er could easily endure.
Right now, he had swallowed one right in the middle of battle. He was gambling—gambling on whether he would achieve a breakthrough first or if his opponent would claim victory first.
Immediately afterwards, he saw dozens of figures soaring into the sky from the Winged Tribe's base camp, charging directly towards Xu Qiulin and the others.
His left hand manifested the Great Yan Battle Dragon, while his right hand wielded the Ninefold Asura Saber. One saber and one dragon intertwined, the blade and beast wrapping around each other, merging the fist intent that dared to challenge the heavens with the killing intent that destroyed everything, converging into an invincible posture to blast towards the enemy.