Chapter 111: Mountain of White Bones

Selecting six elites from over two hundred people, each with their own strengths, was indeed no easy task.

Before long, Wei Zhien appeared, followed by a woman from the Eastern Isle—none other than the Onmyoji, Shimizu Megumi.

Shimizu Megumi even gave Chen Yang a slight smile.

Coincidentally, Fatty Wang was standing right beside Chen Yang, causing him to mistakenly believe that the Eastern Isle beauty, Shimizu Megumi, was smiling at him.

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Rin felt she had seen him somewhere before but wasn’t quite sure. Boys of that age weren’t especially remarkable; many looked similar. Yet, there was something different about him.

Hearing the voice, Rin looked closely and realized it was Xiao Dong. They had met a few times and were somewhat familiar, so he immediately returned a polite smile and nodded in acknowledgment.

“Strike! Eighteen Dragon-Slaying Palms!” Qiao Feng and Guo Jing struck simultaneously with both palms, releasing thirty-six golden dragons surging forth. However, due to their insufficient spiritual energy, the dragons appeared rather ethereal.

If they didn’t find a way to respond, "Cloud Above" would likely be treated as an easy target from then on.

“I have a few rivals; that’s only natural.” Dou Yuan maintained his usual demeanor, yet his realm had reached parity with Yu Yu’s. In other words, Dou Yuan had only lived a century but had already attained the late stage of the Boundary Realm.

Without the right materials and tools, even the legendary inventor Heimerdinger couldn’t conjure an aircraft engine out of thin air.

The young men gathered nearby remained motionless... it was obvious even without thinking that offending Han Feng would be unwise... besides, they were all lured here by him—why would they start fighting?

Many kept their heads down but worked diligently in silence; these people were the most terrifying. Like Guilan Temple—before its destruction, who knew it harbored an old monk capable of cultivating a True Body spanning ten thousand zhang? Most believed the True Body to be mere legend or nonsense.

He didn’t understand what it was, but it felt as if unseen eyes were spying on him from the shadows, sending chills down his spine.

Xue Mingjun was clearly almost blindly superstitious about this. Thinking that even during the leadership elections on Treasure Island, people would seek divination and omens, he felt a sense of acceptance. The people of Treasure Island were indeed devout in this regard.

“Believe you? That’s impossible. I bet you’ll be picked off before even reaching Beast King Ridge,” Lin Chuan thought silently to himself.

Contemplating that possibility, Qi Nan furrowed his brow slightly. The original host treated Huo Zheng as if educating a child, so it was only natural that he felt some reluctance to see him perish.

Xia Qiu painfully watched the movie from the last row of the theater. He thought, if only Yu Manli were here now—how wonderful that would be. He wondered what Yu Manli was doing at this moment.

Moreover, both struck simultaneously. It wasn’t appropriate to use large-scale martial techniques here, but some basic moves were still permissible. Their cultivation methods were all top-tier, and combined with their own physical strength, which possessed the might of a million dragons, they were truly formidable.

In the cosmos, Lin Chuan and the First Emperor exchanged a powerful clash that forced them both to retreat, after which neither made another move. At their level, unless confronting a mortal enemy, they seldom risked their lives, especially since neither could harm the other now; it was better to turn swords into plowshares.

Suddenly, a fierce wind began to blow from outside, scattering the poisonous smoke to one side, clearing a patch of ground. A sizzling sound of corrosion followed.

Yet their brief encounter left the surrounding giants visibly shaken—not only had the heavenly seals been completely shattered, but the two had already far surpassed their strength. They knew they wouldn’t survive even a few blows.

Before, it was hard to tell as many had gathered here. Now, with the battlefield cleared, a closer look revealed—hissing—the “hunt” had originally involved over two million participants, yet now fewer than ten thousand remained. Even among the two hundred elite, not many would return alive.