Chapter 153: The Third-Generation Witch

Hearing this, Liu Ya smiled earnestly. "Patriarch Sima is indeed straightforward. Since that is the case, I won't beat around the bush and will speak my mind!"

With that, Liu Ya went straight to the point. "To tell you the truth, I have come to Hong Kong this time representing the Liu Prince's Estate for only one thing: the third-generation Witch!"

Upon hearing these words, Sima Nanfeng's expression grew grave.

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When Tang Rao returned, he was not wearing his bearded disguise. Liu Da and the others, mistaking him for an intruder here to wreck the place, brandished their weapons and rushed at him.

"What did you say!" Natasha looked at Tang Rao, anger flushing her face as it turned somewhat crimson, and glared fiercely at him.

The ability Chu Hui acquired was simulated creation. While it sounded like an extraordinary power, it required the user to constantly maintain their imagination during use. Everything, including postures and movements, relied entirely on the user's imagination. If one failed to conceptualize reasonable actions, the simulated figure would disappear.

Chen Yu reached out and grabbed it, but the opponent's strength was much greater than he had anticipated, clearly delivered with malicious intent. He hurriedly tilted his head while simultaneously releasing his restraint on his own strength.

Chunping's anti-reconnaissance skills were not strong—no, to be precise, she had no anti-reconnaissance skills whatsoever. Aside from following Qin Qing's instructions, managing to get things done was already praise-worthy for Chunping; whether she might be tracked and discovered was entirely outside the scope of her consideration.

"Oh, how did Brother Yifei think of that?" Ling Xue's eyes lit up brightly, because she had spent a long time pondering earlier without figuring out how the remaining blocks should be stacked to fit.

"A bunch of ungrateful ingrates, letting them off like this is way too generous," Bai Hong said bitterly.

Puppets were indeed wonderful things, equivalent to having an extra capable helper by one's side. No one would ever consider having too many of such items. Although cultivators had a limited number of puppets they could control due to spiritual sense restrictions, the benefits of puppets were undeniable.

Tianyou took the dagger with a backhand grip. He weighed it in his hand first; the blade was exceptionally bright, clear enough to reflect a face, and its tip glinted with a dazzling point of light.

At the rear of the battlefield, a massive troop of armored cavalry came charging forward. These armored cavalrymen wore complete sets of bronze-colored armor and wielded golden halberds. Their warhorses were likewise clad in bronze metallic armor with specialized iron-shod hooves, galloping across the mountains.

The two walked inward to find a place resembling a bar, though the establishment clearly possessed an exceedingly high class. Every single detail was executed flawlessly beyond reproach. In reality, details were the hardest part to master; once the details were perfected, the tier of anything would instantly elevate significantly, offering an entirely different sensation to the guests.

The scenery on a boat bore no resemblance to that on land. The setting sun slanted down upon the water, casting its light onto the ripples stirred up by the advancing ferry, instantly refracting a dazzling silvery brilliance.

The main point was that Spotanwell could only observe the outside world through the Nether Ring and could not use his spiritual sense to scan. Therefore, through simple deception and illusion techniques, the demon Spotanwell could be easily toyed with.

With this thought, Xie Yunfei felt secretly pleased. If that were the case, then if the King of Yuhua knew that a holy monk like him had arrived, he would surely roll out a grand reception.

"My lords, please follow me. We are now entering the village," Haerchi said, leading Ye Feng and the other four forward.

In the Qinling Mountains region, Zhang Sanfeng and Liu Bowen were exerting all their strength to suppress the great dragon of the Qinling, while deep within the mountains, a figure seemed to be roaring with all its might. Beside the two men, an elderly man pointed a finger, continuously assisting them in suppressing the Qinling great dragon, gradually stabilizing the entire Qinling region.

Seeing that this fellow had agreed, Wu Feng released his grip on his collar, straightened up, and turned his gaze toward the pitch-black night. This night was destined to be turbulent, with helicopters flying through the darkness.