Chapter 153: Yimin Troupe

Luo Zheng trusted these human cultivators and had previously promised Primordial Beginning Heavenly Venerate that they could do whatever they pleased within his internal world.

Lin Yanxi put up a slight resistance, though it was merely a surface act; deep down, she had been eagerly waiting for him to say those words.

She pulled Su Bei up. Su Bei was rather clumsy, making the descent down the ladder extremely difficult, especially given the high wall.

This time, Lin Yanxi was somewhat prepared and did not end up in as disheveled a state as before. She pressed her hands against the ground, used the leverage to leap up, and instead of retreating, she advanced.

Upon hearing this, Meng Sheng shook her head hurriedly. "How could my heart ache? These elders only know how to flaunt their seniority on ordinary days. When good things happen, they jump higher than anyone else, terrified of getting the short end of the stick; when bad things happen, they all hide in the corners, terrified that the lot will fall on them."

As soon as Brother Hongshi finished speaking, Shuqing's eyes instantly lit up like a pair of candles. In a flash, she saw a bright future and found the driving force for ambition, and she could not stop praising him.

Although the three men managed to run a considerable distance, such a gap was negligible in the eyes of a Supreme Being.

"You..." The handsome man, who had been talking incessantly to the group, turned his head, locked eyes directly with Lin Yanxi, and immediately stared at her in utter and disbelieving shock.

Luo Zheng had been escorted all the way to the Heart Stream Sword Sect under the personal protection of Qiu Yinhe, who had even gone so far as to fall out with Lin Zhanting in order to secure Luo Zheng.

The Madman Chu asked like a curious child, which earned him an awkward shake of the head from Jian Wushuang, who promptly yanked him over.

There were no flashy spells, no brilliant sword auras, only raw, flesh-and-bone hand-to-hand combat. Chen Teng single-handedly fought the five divine maidens to a standstill, not only holding his ground but nearly counter-killing all five of them.

The horned dragon's skin was pierced by the sharp spear. Although it barely penetrated the flesh, Rulk withdrew the spear without hesitation; in the face of a horned dragon capable of inflicting crippling or fatal injuries with a single casual blow, any unnecessary risk was simply not worth taking.

The crowd buzzed with discussion, and Yao Chunqiu, as the protagonist of the moment, naturally relished such praise, finding himself drifting away on a cloud of vanity.

Subsequently, he searched the vicinity once more and found nothing miraculous. Aside from the silvery-gray lunar sand and the piercingly cold wind, there was no other scenery to speak of.

Under such external pressure, even Ying and Taba Yuanke, both at the Warrior realm, appeared somewhat unequal to the task.

He was originally one of Fairy Azure Dew's suitors, and upon learning that both parties wished to call off the engagement, he had secretly rejoiced in his heart.

These ten individuals were the Chen family's enforcers, possessing the cultivation of Xiantian martial grandmasters. Their strength was formidable, and within the Chen family, their status and position belonged to the upper echelons.

Niu Jinghua ascended the stage with a beaming smile to accept her medal, uttered a mountain of nonsense, bowed, and stepped down.

Although the arrow did not inflict severe damage on Mo Xiao, Frostblue's act of tightly gripping the shaft and using her own physical strength to force the arrow to wedge past his ribs and pierce deeply into his body was the truly fatal move.

Moments earlier, Li Wan, Yangyang, and the others had only told her to come out and look at something rare, so she still had no idea who had sent this item in.

While Arthras and Jaina were being all affectionate with each other, Rhodes was busy guarding against the Cult of the Damned.

In his anxiety, Rhodes did not even have time to cast a wall of fire for obstruction and could only hastily flash to the side.

Lü Bu's strength was immense. Judging by their own senses, if it were only the two of them, they might not be able to defeat him at all. Naturally, such a realization was something neither of them would speak aloud.

Ji Kai paid little mind to the room, from which one could easily deduce that this guerrilla force was of poor quality, with equipment that was both too crude and too scarce. However, thinking of modern-day Libya and looking at their living quarters, it was easy to understand why things were this way.

"Baroque Works! That bounty hunter organization specialized in capturing pirates?" Duke's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he thought to himself: Isn't that the organization of Crocodile, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea? I didn't expect him to already be plotting to acquire the ancient weapon, Pluton.

Raysel shifted his gaze toward the bewildered Ryusei, letting out an irritating, mocking chuckle midway.

Pulling Liu Xu forcefully, the two embraced once again. Liu Xu realized that the saying "a man will be a man" was truly correct; some matters might initially be met with reserve, but once that barrier was broken, you would find yourself wanting to say, "To hell with everything."

"Die!" Skrong roared fiercely, bringing his heavy fist smashing down. Knowing things looked ominous, Baytaw hurriedly raised his scepter to parry.

Rhodes, however, paid no mind to such taunts; what he cared about more was why this fellow calling himself Rukaz knew his identity.

Even an unremarkable member of the Stone race was stronger than many formidable entities of other races. From this single point, one could easily tell what a terrifying race the Stone race truly was.

His magical power enveloped his divine sense, resisting the space-time forces radiating from within the rift of time and space.

That night, Lin Feng discovered something that astonished him: the sheepskin scroll he had previously obtained from Ning Ke'er unexpectedly began to emit a faint fluctuation, right around midnight, exactly as Ning Ke'er had said.

Judging by its name, the Mountain-Suppressing Talisman should be sufficient to handle such a problem, but the issue was that his current reserve of true qi was simply insufficient to support him in completing such a daunting task.

Thus, Yan Wan was left naked in the courtyard to freeze for the entire night. The night in Yunzhou during late spring and early summer was still quite cold, and by the time the Yan family servants rescued him early the next morning, Yan Wan was already at his last gasp, holding onto merely half a breath.

Liu Feng could not help thinking of Liu Gaoliang. As a veteran necromancer, shouldn't he be quite adept at dealing with ghosts? If all else failed, summoning the Abyss Ghost Emperor or the Abyss Ghost Mother to confront them directly would work too.

Li Wei's pale face, which had just recovered a trace of color, flushed red all over again, rendering her entirely speechless, which in turn made Li Li burst out laughing.

"Since you feel you have me firmly in your grasp now, then come on!" Facing Zhao Mingyu, whose strength had greatly increased, Xian Cun remained unmoved, keeping that same calm and breezy expression.

After closing his eyes, Liu Feng indeed felt a difference. When his eyes were open, he was accustomed to focusing his attention on what he saw, but once his eyes were closed, his bodily senses became exceptionally sensitive.

Lin Zhi looked at Su Mu, grinned, and said, "Alright! Muyuan, what about you?" With that, he turned to look at Wei Muyuan, who had once again lapsed into a daze.

Those garrison soldiers nodded, as if going to fetch someone. After a moment, four garrison soldiers indeed emerged from the inner room, supporting an injured man. With his head bowed and hair disheveled, his appearance was obscured, but judging by the blood staining his body—especially the fresh blood continuously welling from his back—his shoulder blades had clearly been pierced through.