"What are you standing around for? Kill him!"

Diao Yan was both startled and furious.

In Wei Zhao's previous match, he had finished off the third-ranked fighter of Po Feng in the final instant, and there had been no small amount of discussion about it—naturally, she had brought people to study it carefully as well.

In the end, however, they had reached a conclusion.

Wei Zhao had merely been lucky.

The third-ranked fighter of Po Feng did have decent defense, but his physical body was only ordinary. The moment he encountered an attack that ignored surface defenses, he was pure glass.

Wei Zhao had been able to kill him with a single blade because...

Though Gu Qianqiu was a little weaker, the gap was not great, and more importantly, the other's Dao of Years had already displayed sufficient power.

"Auntie, this is where you are in the wrong. Could it be that in your heart, Zhiai is worth only this little?" Mu Chendong unexpectedly turned around and began to rebuke Du Zelan instead.

Crimson smoke rose into the sky, and in the distance the Meow Meow search-and-rescue team lowered the binoculars in their hands.

This made Ren Yingying, who had never felt such excitement before, flush with a layer of crimson shyness across her pretty face.

"Senior Sister Liu, we should hurry and leave Yuanyang Sect now!" Wang Fan turned his head and said to Liu Xiaoxiao with some embarrassment. In his heart, calling her senior sister really did not sit well, but in the cultivation world it was perfectly normal to rank seniority by strength, so after a brief moment of thought he blurted it out.

Leng Shaotang was no exception. Though the Eighth Transformation of the Heavenly Infant and the Ninth Transformation of the Heavenly Infant were separated by only one transformation, not everyone could be like Fang Yi.

Ma Yilong clutched his chest and coughed several times in succession, but what he coughed up was all fresh blood.

Everyone did not understand what Chu Tian meant. Only Chu Tian knew that to increase his primordial spirit power, he needed to obtain soul-consumption stones, so when Chu Tian said these words, they grew even more furious.

He searched for a while and found a place that was fairly comfortable and had a good view, where the stone forest was also denser.

He had now stepped into the third-grade True Martial realm. Previously he could only use the Spirit-Devouring Hand within a range of a dozen or so centimeters, but now it had expanded to a range of twenty meters.

"Not yet!" Li Xiaoyue woodenly fluttered her eyelashes. Because she had been anxious, she had only been focused on wiping Momo.

However, amid the chaos, Lan Jing'er seemed to have miraculously found the source of this mess—it was Saint Pus.

Lan Jing'er was the first to reach the shore. She stamped her foot and thought to herself: The soil on this island is no different from anywhere else.

However, Jifeng Ti was indeed overthinking things: You want to contend with Saint Pus? He is the Creator! And Saint Pus is not Palangsha either—how could Jifeng Ti possibly stand against Him?

Seeing Liu Jing staring at the other somewhat absently and not speaking for a moment, Gu Yan beside him hurriedly spoke up to greet them. After the greeting was done, the other still had not come back to his senses and was still staring blankly. Afraid that others might notice something, he hastily made a few more idle remarks.

Lan Jing'er felt that her current behavior was like that of a fool, continuously rendered speechless by what Xian was saying.

Whether it was Elder Zhang Renhong or Elder Li Xunren, neither was willing to believe that someone at the eighth level of the Fighting Disciple Mirror could fight his way into the top hundred, because that was simply impossible.

"Do you really think you can handle everything and that I can only come to you?" Gu Beichen sneered coldly, his voice dripping with disdain.

When Lu Can and Wen Bili arrived here, they just happened to see Hu An's father carving a rongorongo tablet in the courtyard. Along the wall there were also quite a few air-dried cherry wood pieces—these were the raw materials.

Ling Xiao did not mind either, and took Chi Niming, the Ghost Sword, Black Pearl, and Chi Yaoguang into the East Victory Emperor Ring as well.

That summer night, the sky was dotted with stars. She walked out of the ancient pagoda with her eight-month belly, and saw Nisha sitting sideways to her on the bluestone steps, gazing up at the starry sky—a perfect profile, slightly lifted corners of the lips, long eyelashes, and those clean, transparent tea-colored eyes exactly like her own, beautiful with a startling, bewitching beauty.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhu Ru's forehead, and when their subordinates heard the conversation between the two, they too knew they had run into trouble today—this would be difficult to handle.