Chapter 306: Eighteen-Year-Old Wanda

On the streets of Los Angeles, Su Qing hailed a taxi.

After he settled in, the taxi driver asked, "Sir, where to?"

Su Qing replied, "St. Vincent de Paul Cathedral."

The driver didn't respond, just nodded, then silently pressed the accelerator.

St. Vincent de Paul Cathedral sits in the city's bustling downtown, a historic and solemn building with white walls and a gray roof, amidst the surrounding skyscrapers' reflection.

"My grudge with the villagers is none of your business, you can't handle it, what are you here for? I know, you just want to find that Daoist, right?" Xin Mingxing sneered and asked.

Lei Ming's eyes were filled with fear as he desperately hid behind Lei Qianqian, afraid that Xu Chen would see him.

For a moment, everyone fell into an almost frenzied state; in their view, being able to personally witness this scene, which could be called a miracle, would absolutely let them brag about it for a lifetime.

That was a pillar figure of Myanmar, a god-realm powerhouse on the world diamond rankings, whose status was comparable to a nation's leader—such a noble and invincible person was actually slain by Xu Chen with a single sword?

Former things. The physical strength had reached forty times the limit of a man; that kind of power was already destructive.

The mountain gate was directly blasted through, a huge circular tear appearing in people's sight.

I nodded in relief, saying, "Actually you're already not bad; in just a few days you've learned that art of conjuring fire from nothing—you should know that many untalented people might not master this technique even after a year or even ten years."

I was also speechless; although I was grateful that this young man had just saved me, his manner gave me an uncomfortable feeling, because this guy was just like someone who had watched too many martial arts movies.

I saw that sword qi directly slash at that guy; instantly the fox clan's body turned into a broken kite line and shot backward.

Feeling that extremely terrifying power behind me, the seal in my hand also began to constantly change and open; at that moment, the surrounding primordial purple qi seemed to completely escape my control, swarming into my own figure.

After thinking, it seemed only Yan Jiefang was a relatively easy-to-control character; the others were just forgotten.

Starting today, Li Guocheng began an eight-month track adjustment task, commuting back and forth each day, single-mindedly focused on work.

This would also allow Su Fang to later become a leading figure at the Nine Holy Lands' grand competition, laying the foundation.

"Don't rush, don't rush, brother has already brought people." A voice with a hint of apology sounded from the void, the voice arriving before the person.

Tang Rui had already gotten busy, thinking that each construction unit had already sent over their estimated results.

"That's naturally effortless; Master will see when the time comes." Su Fang laughed with utter confidence.

Jia Zhen's heart stirred, letting that airflow circulate through his meridians like internal force, instantly dispelling the cold within his body.

The white eyeliner was extended from the youth's narrow eye tails, then shiny gold powder was applied, deepening the blue mole beneath the eye tails.

The long sword in hand, the golden wheel shattered and vanished upon contact; the body, under the axe's blade, burst forth with pure-gold blood, each granule constituting the flesh and blood relics ground into residue, the seven-colored light-emitting particle mist washed by the chaotic qi flow drifting in the void.

The lodging also had a projector for watching movies and singing; there was only one bed and a living room that were connected.

Ling Xiaoxiao could see no trace of desolation in Dong Zhenan's eyes; Dong Daddy and Dong Mommy, though they liked boys, still raised her pampered in their palms, so they raised her to be so open-hearted.