Chapter 144: Dragon Knight

Something’s wrong!

The moment the young dragon appeared, the cruel dark elf executioner’s face turned pale, for the dragon paid no heed to the catfolk bait they had set, showed not the slightest intention to rescue, and dove straight toward the dark elf hidden archers lurking at the forest’s edge.

How could it detect the stealthers?

The bloodstained executioner tried to rush to the archers’ aid, but it was already too late.

——Dragon’s Breath unleashed

In the southeast of Sunan, thousands of li away, something was happening inside the Crying Caves.

As it circulated, it generated a faint tearing force, like a blade carving shallow gashes across the body, unbearable in pain.

In her former weak self, she could only rely on the Holy Grail’s “miracle” to achieve any goal.

At this moment, he could only exert all his effort to persuade Li Xin, for he was Li Xin’s uncle, destined from the start to belong to the Prince Xin faction—this could not be changed.

Chen Yu seized the perfect moment, and the Yangming Sword Finger was used for the first time; the Youyeyilang was at its weakest, unable to dodge.

Yang Qingqing drifted, listening to a voice that seemed to come from beyond the fog’s end, yet why did it feel strangely familiar?

As the holy light poured in, Fu Shuai suddenly felt time stretching out—that was his body’s dying sensation before being ruptured by the holy light.

Their Golden Core had just formed when someone urgently sought an audience outside; they even suspected someone was coveting this Dragon Scale Blood Flame Pill.

With fifty thousand troops guarding it, to enter you’d have to fly in—or become a mosquito. Though the place is now quiet, the moon shines unusually bright; even if you flew over, you’d be seen.

Chen Yu considered lending the power of [Void Heaven Sacred Flame] to Meng Qingyun; with the man’s second-rank spatial law and profound technique, he might have a chance to break the Five-Transcendence Return Heaven Array.

Ye Chen saw this, his brows slightly furrowed—he had no idea such a thing had occurred last night, and he himself had been utterly unaware. How, while undergoing the Tribulation, could he have revealed his pre-Tribulation form and exposed his Sacred Body’s vital essence?

At this moment, Su Qinghan also grew calm and unhurried, reaching out to pick up a magazine and flipping through it leisurely.

Following Su Qinghan, he pulled out the list, turned to one page, and discovered one slip clearly stated: Su Ranran was already one month pregnant.

Su Qinghan was putting on his clothes outside when he suddenly heard Su Ranran’s scream—he thought she’d encountered another accident and rushed over at once.

This was a Semi-Emperor, his cultivation suppressed, his aura vast as an ocean, demonic miasma surging skyward, wielding a bloodstained battle halberd that had slain countless members of the Hao Tian Clan—the Hao Tian Xuanzhen himself had been gravely wounded by him.

“Are you really going to force me to death?” Ye Chen’s expression was grave—fighting sixteen teenage Emperors alone, what immense pressure.

The purple-robed elder was truly a master of great divine power; he pressed his two fingers together against his arm and moved them downward from the shoulder, forcibly expelling the cursed seal embedded within his arm.

Ye Youyao seemed not to have heard Jin Nanfeng’s words; he slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes flickering with a hint of hope.

“Always muttering nonsense—no wonder no one believes you’re Zhao Tiezhu!” Wang Xiaolan deeply worried about Zhao Tiezhu’s demeanor.

Ye Chen and Ji Ningshuang paid even greater attention to the Child of Earth; their vision surpassed that of Ye Ling and Tang San Shao—they could clearly perceive the Child of Earth’s extraordinariness, not merely his bloodline, but also his Dao essence. At such a young age, to possess such insight was enough to tower over his generation.

Gradually, the people in Wang Xiu’s car regained smiles on their faces; sometimes, you had to pretend to be carefree—even if you were exhausted, you had to do it.

“Don’t look at me—I don’t know either. There’s porridge in the pot, help yourselves. I’m packing up, so I won’t bother with you.” Zhao Guodong finished speaking and went back to his own business.