Chapter 46

Those immortal liquids were obtained by him when he entered the Divine Palace of Creation in the Cangwu Secret Realm. He had plundered more than half of the entire pool, which at the time had even caused dissatisfaction among Wen Daoran, Chisong, and others.

Take someone like Feng Qilei, for instance; both sides had their respective advantages and disadvantages. However, while the defensive capability of this azure water curtain remained unknown, it at least saved Wei Qingyun and the others from having to help defend against the mages in the rear.

This was the creed adhered to by the demon race. Once they swore allegiance to a master, they would remain utterly loyal and would never commit such a rebellious act as betrayal.

The strength of An Ruwu and An Huan should be considered upper-middle tier among late-stage Xiantian practitioners, though not quite at the absolute peak.

If the Holy Mother of the Great Xia was truly Li Qinghua, Dongfang Qing could not possibly have been unaware of such a massive commotion, seeing as she had gone to the Western Regions precisely to search for Li Qinghua.

When uttering these words, Jialan's expression was brimming with confidence, for at this moment, he had no choice but to be confident.

Chen Xi glanced sideways at the young man standing beside the elderly man, noticing that he had a slender build, a dark complexion, and a remarkably rustic and honest demeanor. Standing there, he seemed somewhat out of place, his entire body stiff.

The second half featured Gomez scoring a brace, helping the German team defeat Ecuador 4-1. Although they conceded a goal after taking a three-goal lead, a warm-up match result like this was still quite satisfactory.

As for the Heavenly Demon King, he was drenched in blood and covered in wounds. With only a single arm remaining, he still wore a demonic smile. Clutched in the palm of his sole remaining hand was a bloody heart, which was still beating faintly.

Under the glare of the huge searchlights, everyone clearly saw wisps of white smoke rising from the heads of that pile of robots, followed by the instant extinguishing of their bulb-like eyes that had indicated they were still operational.

From that friend's mouth, Liao Changjian also learned that Xu Dasheng possessed a special identity and very likely belonged to some mysterious state organization, which was why he dared not put on airs before the other man.

Worldly trivialities disturb the Daoist heart. Everyone understands this principle, but living in the mortal world makes contamination by worldly affairs inevitable. How many people could remain as serene and detached as this master and disciple?

Before the words had even faded, he had already descended the city wall. The horses were prepared below, with a guard of several hundred men lined up on one side. Swords were drawn and bows were nocked, their white armor gleaming as they stood like dragons and tigers, staring wide-eyed at their commanding general.

"Who says we are mortals? Look closely! We shall grant you the baptism of golden light!" Liang Shan replicated the method, but unfortunately, the Myriad Star Basin had undergone earth-shaking changes, and the heaven-defying array previously deployed by Zhao Yishan had failed.

The smile on the inner sect elder's face vanished instantly, and his entire body's venomous aura pressed down upon Zhao Yishan like wave after wave of a surging tide.

"He is indeed ill; his brain has already been infected by parasites!" Xu Dasheng answered with a grave expression.

Unfortunately, given his current status and reputation, had he dared to announce his intention to seek an audience with Cao Cao, he probably would have been beaten to death on the spot.

A thousand troops composed of demi-humans and humans surrounded the hotel. Upon learning that Lelouch had only two hundred men, a thousand soldiers were more than sufficient. Although they heard that the two hundred men were cavalry and relatively elite, within the confines of the hotel, a thousand soldiers were enough to defeat Lelouch.

"Where is he?" Mu Qingfeng's attack had been destined to hit, only to find it land on empty air. The opponent seemed to have flashed and vanished without a trace.

Fu An was not at the company at the moment; instead, he was at the exhibition center in the Jiangcheng commercial district, where today was the new product launch conference for Peach Blossom Technology, and he was scheduled to give a speech.

The pillar of blood paused before shooting out abruptly, piercing through the body of that Xiantian practitioner in the blink of an eye.

Liu Xin immediately went along to help out as well. Although her cooking skills were not quite on par with Ye Ming's, she could help wash vegetables, do the dishes, and handle similar chores.

Prince Duan's Prince Fuyong also took his seat alongside several of his nephews, presumably waiting only for the two imperial princes and the envoys from the three kingdoms.

"Wait for me in the car outside—" Feng Qing turned back to throw out these words before turning and running toward the elevator.

Han Yanyun was startled upon hearing this, his mind involuntarily recalling the promise he had made to Xiao Chen following that previous incident.

It had to be acknowledged that the significant boost in the team's strength made Liu Hui and his four-man group feel quite relaxed even when they reached the six-kilometer radius, a state completely incomparable to their condition the previous day. However, Liu Hui and the others did not become arrogant and push deeper; instead, they adhered to their original plan and searched around the six-kilometer perimeter.

As soon as the two of them came down, they immediately surrounded me, searching me up and down from head to toe.

Professional gamers in new games could not earn much money; even the total prize pool for tournaments was only around one million or two million. Of course, clubs did not rely on prize money for their income, but this indirectly illustrated the gap between the two.

The entirety of Laizhou, and even the whole of China, knew that Nie Feng was currently at war with Fan Cheng. For Nie Feng to go and treat Fan Cheng's son at such a time was bound to be explosive news.

Su Er gave a chuckle, having finally understood the plan: to lure the British troops deep into the interior of Nepal and then encircle and annihilate them.

Going to war was naturally unnecessary, but the top players in the Chinese server had also begun gradually entering the Japanese server. At this moment, the Japanese server could almost be described as facing troubles upon troubles. At the same time, it drew the gaze of countless people—a single Wuchen had thrown the entire Japanese server into chaos.

No one knew who had shouted those words, but the eyes of the players from the Wargod Sanctuary lit up. In the current situation, they were like drowning children, pinning all their hopes on a single straw of life.

Images began to appear on this light curtain, much like a moving film, scene after scene. Moreover, what appeared on it were precisely the original owners of the sculptures present at the scene.