Chapter 89: Wukong Has Mutated Ahead of Time
Half an hour later, Cao Bin and his two companions hurried back to the Peace Grand Hotel. Along the way, they drove as far as the road would allow, then, when the path was swallowed by water, switched to a boat—the only way to reach the hotel. Zhao Manman didn’t give much thought to when Cao Bin had managed to procure a boat; she had grown accustomed to these unusual occurrences. Her man always seemed to have an endless supply of mysterious tricks.
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Naturally, this set of martial skills was also derived from the Divine Way Technique. There were six levels in total, each with a different number of spear shadows. At the first level, shadows multiplied endlessly—their numbers impressive, though their power was not. Still, they were enough to intimidate an ordinary cultivator at the early Tribulation Crossing stage.
She pleaded bitterly, her large eyes brimming with tears, her pitiful appearance tugging at Qin Luofan’s heart.
At that moment, the reinforcements summoned earlier by the Kunlun leadership arrived. They wore uniforms identical to the previous enforcers, but this time, among them stood two Sovereigns.
After leaving the city gates, Du Bian hurried into the dense, secluded forest, once again taking a roundabout route back to the Eunuch Academy.
Zheng Xing’an glanced at Jun Nuo, and only after receiving his nod of approval did he rush forward with excitement. The Zheng couple could barely contain themselves.
In the Ancient Heavenly Palace, there were also top-tier powers; besides the Three Palaces and Six Caves, there was one force that stood above all others.
“My goodness, this Pigsy of yours sure has too much energy and nowhere to spend it. Look at me, an old man with nothing, too poor to eat well for a whole day—like back in ‘60, who would bother with such nonsense?” Old Liu, who had been silent, suddenly blurted out.
His task was to ensure Wang Feng’s safety, and since Liu Wen seemed very important to Wang Feng, she needed protection as well. As for Long Wu, he’d once saved his life, and he didn’t wish to see him die either.
Heh! Moments ago, he’d been protesting his reluctance, lamenting his helplessness. But now, it seemed he had grown fond over time.
Sometimes, ideals are good—yet without the strength to support them, acting on them can only bring more harm.
Ji Feiye quietly agreed, thinking back to how she had already eaten some earlier; it should be fine.
It could be said that this was an advantage unique to beastkind—a special trait. For human martial artists, using their mouths as a weapon was nearly impossible, to be honest.
“Prepare to die!” Without further ado, the man gripped his blade with both hands and slashed down in the manner of splitting Mount Hua.
Earlier, on the road, she had wept and begged to return to Chu Lu for help, hoping that Chu Lu would plead with the Emperor not to marry her off to Xiling as part of a political alliance.
Shangguan Yuyao produced a jade bottle, poured out a crystalline pill, and placed it in Lin Wuqing’s mouth. At the same time, she took out a needle and wound a strand of silk around it.
When Jian Rongting emerged from the bathroom, she was already in this state. He didn’t disturb her, merely sat quietly nearby, opened his computer, and began working.
The three landed simultaneously, blasting a massive crater into the floor of the auction house. The destruction was so terrifying that even the Xuanwu steel beneath cracked, and the ensuing wave of energy sent all the surrounding sofas and chairs flying.
“Brother Lu, am I really that useless? I’m not as beautiful as my sister, nor is my figure as good as hers. Even in studies and grades, I can’t compare. Tell me, why am I so useless?” Gu Qingya sobbed softly, sounding wounded and full of self-reproach.
If that were the case, the golden crystalline layer appearing on her body would make perfect sense.
Of the few remaining—such as Xia Liyuan, Xia Liqing, and Cheng Fenglou—they all seemed deeply worried, each harboring their own troubled thoughts.