Chapter 1156: Dao Soldiers

"Is this the Dao Court's Dao Soldiers?"

"And such a vast, overwhelming aura, blotting out sky and earth—could this be… a massive force of Dao Soldiers?"

Mo Hua's heart trembled slightly; he turned to glance at the Beast Arena, his figure gradually fading, then reappearing near the city gate.

Damao City was imposing, its walls towering, its gates enormous, like two small mountains standing face to face.

Yet normally, Damao City's gates were tightly shut; ordinary cultivators could only pass through

The two conflicts between Guo Yi and Zhang Decheng benefited Yixiao Feng the most—or rather, the current Fengyun Enterprise; after Yixiao Feng's fall, Fengyun Enterprise's core personnel grew even more respectful toward Guo Yi.

The Storm Fishman captain stormed over in fury; he had been comfortably basking in the sun when Lu Lin suddenly woke him, and even Buddha would be angry—seeing Lu Lin caught in the net, he immediately rushed behind Lu Lin and swung his sharp claws toward Lu Lin's head.

"Hmph—I won't bother with you. I know plenty more! My father taught me: always keep a trick up your sleeve. And clever me? I've got many sleeves. You'll see how powerful I am someday." Xiao Ao said proudly.

Saying this, she glanced at Zhao Fengtu—clearly, this was aimed at him. Zhao Fengtu pretended not to notice, thinking: Even if you stare, it's useless. Even if Guo Yi truly lost the bet, could I really watch him die?

Thinking of this, the Demon Sect members grew anxious, wanting to apologize and yield, yet unwilling to lose face, so they all turned to Deng Yin, for Deng Yin was the current leader of the Demon Sect; under such circumstances, he must speak.

"What will it take for the Young Master to agree?" Si Fei gritted her teeth; she had resolved to learn Chen Qiang's singing style, believing her own rendition would be no worse.

"You mean your ability has returned?" Zhao Long's face lit up with surprise at once.

Just as Lingyun's light-speed escape glow neared and was about to descend, suddenly a "swoosh" rang out—a blue-crystalline net spanning a thousand zhang in diameter shot upward like a dragon drinking water, speeding like an arrow from the island's surface.

"Say what? If it's your last words, I'll let you finish before I kill you." Flames surged, coalescing instantly into a tea-colored flame dragon; Nie Feng coldly spoke to the Heavenly Sword Elder.

This heavy fleet's light weaponry was truly, truly too fragile—so much so that it could be said they had virtually none; if the Kong Sang people targeted them specifically, they could not possibly survive.

Especially with Bao Xin's outburst, the legion's martial aura poured downward; that familiar sensation flooded his heart again—though far from his former peak, it greatly bolstered the morale of Bao Lin's surrounding Tiger Guard soldiers, still encircled on all sides.

He said nothing, his gaze fixed on me; after a very, very long time, he nodded.

"Alright, let the players explore on their own. I trust their insight won't be too poor. The master leads you through the door, but cultivation depends on yourself. Lin Di opened their minds; now they must innovate and develop on their own."

But he merely gave a faint smile, looking at Lu Yi as if he were staring at a piece of meat in his bowl.

The dean announced Chen Qing's name, and every combat academy disciple went to challenge Wen Qingchen.

And the flying shadow that had just frightened her slammed to a stop; the boy planted one long leg on the ground, yanked off his headset, and stared strangely at Yan Huan, who lay on the ground.

Years later, Guan Zizai, returning from military service abroad, heard of this and flew into a rage, wanting to take Third Grandma out and shoot her; only after Guan Hongda pleaded did Guan Zizai spare her.

Ming Shi Yin tidied up the courtyard's flowerbed for her, telling her to plant some flowers and herbs to pass the time; Yan Huan refused.