Chapter 1139: Chaos

In Lizhou, on a desolate mountain road.

Once Ji Changlao, the powerful elder second only to the sect leader of the Gray Wolf Sect, now acts like a coachman, driving a carriage.

Mo Hua sat inside the carriage, eyes closed, meditating, contemplating the arts of heavenly fate and cause and effect.

From the Gray Wolf Sect heading south, the journey had been relatively smooth.

Because of the Gray Wolf Sect's upheaval, the former sect leader and Master Wu were killed, and the seeds of rebellion were crushed in the cradle.

Thus, most of the territory within Gray Wolf State

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish now!" Ye Kai lunged forward, gripping her throat and hurling her body high into the air.

Rivers of blood, mountains of corpses; the Celestial Dog flapped its wings, soaring proudly above, gazing down at the ants beneath.

"Look, we truly share a telepathic bond—you thought the same thing." Gu Yuan raised an eyebrow again.

Tong Yi swept her palm, and instantly, countless water arrows materialized around her, raining down in a torrent; at the same time, her flying sword slipped among them, waiting to deliver a crushing blow—this was her first serious attack after mastering the rhythm of battle.

If Xiang Wentian truly leaves with Song Wei, then from the moment he steps through that door, they become enemies.

His wide sleeves flared, and in an instant, heaven trembled and earth shook; distant layered mountains collapsed one after another, and clouds ten thousand zhang tall were blown wildly apart—forced to scatter by his formidable cultivation technique.

Zhao Feiwu found it hard to believe, but if he hadn't been holding this helmet mask all along, where else could he have put it before? Could it have appeared out of thin air?

"Brother-in-law, this matter is hard to explain," Su Xiaomei pursed her lips, looking as if she wanted to speak but held back.

This military camp was where Fang Hao planned to station a final force of tens of thousands, requiring more space to be cleared.

The arena in the Newcomer Zone was once again packed with people; a shocking rumor spread throughout the entire Newcomer Zone.

At that very moment, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out nearby, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Yet Jiang Heng, being an elite of the Dao Sect, instantly broke free from the dragon's aura, forcibly summoning a surge of blood qi, sealing his palms together to block Qin Feng's attack.

In many countries, Mandarin is a required subject, after all, it is the officially designated language of the United Nations and the most popular language worldwide—if you don't learn it, you fall behind.

The current strength of Bai Yu Jing is immense; even the crocodile at the bottom of this lake, possessing cultivation equivalent to the Void-Breaking Realm, could not withstand even a single slash from Bai Yu Jing.

Though illusory, the Divine Axe emitted a blade of primordial chaos-severing sharpness, identical in appearance to the Heaven-Splitting Divine Axe; though merely a manifestation of the Undying Demon Shadow, do not forget—this Undying Demon Shadow is born from Pangu's dying resentment.

Only Zhou Buhuai knew that Zheng Rui's same classic song, when sung by Sister Fei, would be even more inspiring and soul-shaking.

Even the primordial chaos beyond heaven was sliced open by those willow branches; their sharpness needed no explanation—they were no less formidable than primordial supreme treasures.

As Zhou Guoqiang finished speaking, Wang Kexin beside him nodded slightly, activating the Ice Demon Doll within her body.

"Tsk tsk, Wu Sha really loves to misunderstand things," Xin Shao smiled, her eyebrows and eyes curving into crescent moons, making the man at her brow grit his teeth.

After all, that old man becoming a certified practitioner was not as an Arcanist—he would not trigger elemental fluctuations.

Whether it was the mage's meditation method, the knight's breathing technique, or the cultivation methods of other professions.

Though everyone was astonished by Shao Qing and Luo Er's familiarity, they could only suppress their questions due to regulations—except Mu Jingyan, who frowned at Shao Qing's indirect mention of illness.

Tang Rui had barely finished speaking when the old man's body, just restored to youth and possessing third-tier practitioner strength, exploded apart.

Wang Meng pulled two hundred-yuan bills from his storage spiritual artifact and tossed them onto the passenger seat.