Chapter 1120: Farewell

"The Deviant Daoist..."

The elder muttered that name softly—the taboo, terrifying to ordinary people.

Almost simultaneously, a shadowy Daoist figure slowly materialized within the elder's mindsea.

He was shrouded in black mist; he fixed the elder with a steady gaze, then slowly bowed.

The elder frowned deeply.

He could feel the aura of this eerie shadow growing ever more sinister and powerful.

A trace of ancient Daoic essence

On the city wall stood a row of people; the one in the center wore a dragon robe—it was Emperor Yanwu. Beside him stood a young man, inexplicably granted the privilege to stand alongside the emperor; beside him were Yanwu's senior officials, all Foundation Establishment cultivators.

After taking several photos, Xia Qingqing sprinted again along the crest of the dune, which connected to several other dunes.

"What are you doing...? You've got problems in your head, always twisting things and blaming me," Lin Ziyou laughed in retort.

With his mind made up, Gu Yuanmu and Gu Yuanshan swapped their shoes for rain boots, slung their bamboo baskets on their backs, and stepped outside.

"Yes, Young Master," replied the man named Fu Shu, entering the shop and emerging with five taels of silver.

"You and Liu Zhi will sing this next song together," Han Ge smiled, handing Lin Ziyou another sheet of sheet music.

A foul fire smoldered in her chest; she had planned to leave Bai Yinyin alone in the villa to humiliate her.

"Those who follow me prosper; those who oppose me, even if they don't die, will lose several layers of skin. In my Zhou Tiancheng team, there is no room for negative thinking—you must smile through all suffering. We still have many great tasks ahead; if this small matter stumps you, Ding Xiang, how will you ever accomplish anything big?"

"Do you think I disregard the lives of those warriors?" Feng's eyes narrowed again, but this time, genuine killing intent stirred within him.

Even after hunting zombies all the way from Yinyuan City, they hadn't acquired so much ability meat.

Du Luo's eyes instantly brightened—not just his; the two sailors kneeling behind him also lit up.

The left and right wings of the Great Xi Army clearly witnessed what happened in the vanguard and center; they were equally terrified. Wang Dingguo and Liu Tingju stared in stunned silence, eager to aid the center but afraid the Qing army's flanks would exploit their movement.

Xiao Xingyun, at the front, couldn't stop his eyebrows from twitching; he was certain this young man's combat power was no less than Lie Xingyang's. Remember, Lie Xingyang was the strongest radicalist cultivator—comparing Ye Feng to him revealed the depth of his regard for Ye Feng.

The police questioned several victims; they all claimed to remember nothing of what had happened.

The bullet instantly slammed into Tiger the Great's body; a crimson damage number of 3600 slowly floated up.

Watching the growing number of online clicks, the D Society director stroked his chin and wondered: should he upgrade his car?

Chen Yang's perception was far stronger than Xuan Yudi's, and Xuan Yunbo's energy fluctuation was also intense, so the moment Xuan Yunbo approached, Chen Yang sensed him immediately.

President Henry wore an expression of dread; Yan's cruelty, terror, and ruthless, brutal methods had long sunk deep into his marrow.

But he blocked the demonic wind vortex—the Wrath of the Heavens arrows chasing from behind, however, he could not evade.

Gao Mingyuan went to investigate and discovered that beneath this spiritual spring lay two spiritual veins—one bright, one dark.

Linghu Xingyu heard Li Zhi's words and let out a self-deprecating laugh: how ridiculous—he, worth hundreds of millions, was already proud, while Li Zhi earned billions with a single move; the gap was like a vast abyss.

This trial had little to do with cultivation level; it primarily tested one's intellect, courage, and technical skill.

Di Jiu's lazy voice was like unchecked winter wind—slow to hear, yet invisibly carrying an unapproachable pressure, commonly called the aura of an emperor.