Chapter 52

Ruyi looked back at Long Xinyue, nodded, yet shook her head immediately after, for it seemed she could no longer distinguish whether that emotion was worry or a restless, lingering yearning.

Witnessing this, Zhou Cheng felt a sensation akin to being struck by a bolt of lightning, the inner turmoil surging like the endless waves of a great river until he could no longer suppress an involuntary, profanity-laced exclamation.

High above the three of them, amidst the void and swirling mists, an aged crone with hair as white as snow abruptly materialized.

Lacking any surplus magical power to control the remainder of the annihilating thunder calamity, she instead manipulated the Primordial Dao Scripture, swallowing the entire tribulation straight into it.

"That is good then. Let me ask you one more thing: are you currently the Victorious Fighting Buddha, or the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?" Jiang Hao asked with a smile, seeking to verify whether Sun Wukong had truly broken free from the shackles of Buddhism.

"Have I spoiled you too much? You're actually giving me the cold shoulder now?" The phrase "just putting on a show" echoed relentlessly in Ye Yiling's mind, leaving him thoroughly disgusted. In her eyes, was he the only one acting in this solitary play?

Shortly after, accompanied by somewhat heavy wheezing and mottled stains of blood across his body, Shi Tian lifted his head, his crimson eye sockets fixing a chilling gaze once more upon the Sect Master of the Piyun Sect.

Under such circumstances, Zhou Cheng's victory with an inferior force and the subsequent conquest of Chang'an naturally served as a potent morale booster, stirring an uncontrollable, ecstatic frenzy among the ranks.

At this moment, Chunyang was well aware that this statement was far from false; however, he remained deeply apprehensive. If Smith had concealed something, it would be impossible for him to deduce the truth. Capturing a Wood Elf was already exceedingly difficult, but to capture one and toss it straight into the Pacific Ocean was a feat of an entirely higher magnitude.

"Who is lurking out there being sneaky! Come out!" the masked figure shouted toward the window, eyes fixed intently upon the flickering, indistinct shadow cast against the glass.

Her original plan was to cycle approximately fifteen kilometers into the mountains before turning back, maintaining an estimated average speed of twenty to twenty-five kilometers per hour. This would allow her to return to the parking lot in time to dine as scheduled, avoiding any disruption to her subsequent itinerary.

"Hahaha! In a battlefield like this, how could the mighty Xuanzhen be absent!" Just at that moment, a burst of wild laughter echoed from the heavens. Riding the laughter, a streak of purple light slashed across the sky, revealing a Daoist priest gripping a broadsword tightly in the pale morning air.

What truly strange companions! If it were any other pair of close friends, upon seeing their comrade dead drunk, they would surely find him a comfortable place to sleep, or at the very least toss a quilt over him. Yet these two did nothing of the sort, and even chuckled merrily for a while.

Wang Lingguan's gaze caused Yue Meiwan to involuntarily lower her head. Though she had continuously hypnotized herself, she was not entirely insane; she knew all too well how mediocre she was, and even more so that she was fundamentally unworthy of Tang Sanzang.

Third-generation zombies were struck down one after another, blasted head-on by raging, explosive fireballs. Yet a single fireball was not enough to instantly eradicate an opponent; a flash of golden light would ripple across their bodies, and their injuries would heal immediately, though their movements would become somewhat sluggish.

Since their heads and faces were already wrapped in bandages, this sudden jolt violently tugged at their wounds, causing them all to wince and wail in pain simultaneously—a spectacle that was utterly grating to the eyes.

However, whether due to that person's overwhelming aura or something else, the moment Ning Xiping caught sight of him, he obediently straightened his garments and dressed properly, only daring to resume his usual swaggering, slovenly demeanor once the man had departed.

Xiao Peng had applied a gentle internal force, so while the impact looked dramatic, she had not actually sustained severe injuries; only the corner of her lip was grazed by her teeth, leaving a faint smear of blood.

"Boss, we'll head out first," Big Head said, bidding farewell to Boss B, before throwing an arm around Ah Fei and turning to leave.

Naturally, they still remembered Ning Xilang, especially given her earlier display of might in the territory of the Western Orcs, where she had thoroughly beaten the Silverback Gorilla and the Walrus.

He Yang wore a captivated expression of utter infatuation, reaching out to wipe away a bead of drool from the corner of his mouth as he nodded hurriedly in response, "No harm done, no harm at all! Didn't the Venerable One also say that He Yang is a youthful hero with boundless vigor and unyielding flags? As for beauties... naturally, the more the better! Hehe, it's always good to be prepared, always good to be prepared."

Huolinfei continued to throw those massive boulders with undiminished zeal. Every time he uttered the word "smash," another gigantic rock would roll downward, hurtling toward the warriors of the Fire Realm.

Aside from their frightening red eyes, one could scarcely sense any hint of danger emanating from them.

Qianxia, specially selected by the Ye Family as a double and bodyguard to protect the young master of the Ye Family, could also be considered an expert.

Though master archers were rare, it did not mean he had never witnessed them. Those who specialized exclusively in the art of archery were exceedingly few, and those who could cultivate it to the level of a divine archer were rarer still.

According to previous precedent, Prefect Yang Qing of Xingyang Commandery had indeed never bothered to interfere with their pillaging of merchants and travelers within Xingyang.

Upon hearing these words, Wang Ai and Cai Yueqin were instantly dumbfounded. After a thorough inspection, the situation was indeed exactly as Wang Mingyuan had described.

"Alright, stop arguing! You're already fighting amongst yourselves before even dealing with the enemy. Hear what the boss has to say first," Ling Feng hurriedly stepped forward to mediate.

Gu Jiuqing replied, "I do." With that, she produced the bicycle ticket. The man said, "A bicycle is not cheap; it's one hundred and eighty for one. For two, it's three hundred and sixty, plus two tickets."

Almost at the exact moment Xin Dong moved, Xing Luo launched an attack with tacit coordination, closely followed by Huang Quan. The three of them converged from three separate directions, simultaneously assaulting the Wolf King at the center.

Ye Miao sneered, unwilling to waste another word on her. She felt that Fang茜 wasn't merely jealous of her anymore; there was clearly something wrong with her psychological state.

Precisely because of this reason, intelligence matters could not simply be offloaded to an assistant; Wu Yue had to handle them personally.

Even Ashina Yun had never expected that Li Ke could command such deep devotion from the common folk, moving her to tears of gratitude.

He truly could not restrain himself, his gaze falling involuntarily upon his wife's rounded belly... Had there not been outsiders present, he would have reached out to touch it long ago.

With a fierce roar, a puppet landed a vicious slash across Chen Yun's waist, leaving a terrifyingly deep gash from which blood gushed freely. Had it not been for the defense provided by his vital Qi, that single strike would likely have cut him clean in two.

She suddenly recalled the first time she met Fangfang—it had been in just such an antique, European-style neighborhood. At that time, Fangfang was originally scheduled to deliver a lecture at a university in a nearby city, but facing threats and obstruction from multiple factions, including Lin's people, she had been forced to halt nearby.

The young man cast a scrutinizing gaze at Wu Yue. Seeing that he was so young and bore no resemblance whatsoever to a master, lingering doubts persisted in his heart. However, having no other alternatives, he had no choice but to treat a dead horse as if it were still alive.

At this juncture, Ling Feng slowly opened his eyes. By now, Zhentian had ceased speaking as well, his expression turning somewhat solemn, entirely devoid of the previous jocular levity.

A vague notion began to take root in her mind: skills are never a burden. If the opportunity arose to learn medical arts from this person, the benefits would undoubtedly be immeasurable.