Chapter 115: The Immortal Lord Spoke Calmly, Eyes Smiling and Face Benevolent (1.03W, Requesting Monthly Votes)

In a special support battle, Yulou obtained the tail of the Tu Long, but his gains were not limited to that.

During that night’s battle, Wang Yulou’s performance was far too outstanding.

Under the presence of two Gao Jie Qi Refining cultivators, he still secured the most merit rewards.

Although this was due in part to the effectiveness of his magic treasure and the cooperation of many comrades.

Without a top-grade jade blade forged from eighth-rank Gangyu, Wang Yulou, a mere beginner in Qi Refining, could never have pierced the iron hide of the Tie Tu Long.

The ferocious aura hidden within its bones was gradually intensifying; in no time, within a thousand meters centered on the Tun Jue Mang, that wildly violent energy spread thickly.

Unlike ordinary bullets, the projectile left a bright red trail in the air and exhibited extreme erosion, instantly drilling a hole through the car window, its edges showing semi-melted iron characteristics.

Faced with a horde of such monsters, the nightmare creatures caught off guard by the initial explosion quickly lost all order and descended into chaotic brawling.

That had been a surprise attack; he hadn’t expected Changmen to truly be unaware that he had learned of his Flying Thunder God technique.

Dazhonglian withdrew his hand, blocked the kick, and used the force to retreat backward; the confident smile on his face slowly faded. His hands went numb, painfully so.

The chilling aura released by Adrienne effortlessly froze Diabolo’s neck, arms, thighs, and even his tail into solid ice.

Papatapa—the sound of a whip striking the floor—made Yu Cang instantly cower; he had no desire to feel that thing lash against his body.

Hua Da merely saw a flash of light, and before his body could react, he was shattered into pieces.

Days ago, when the heavens and earth trembled, many had fallen into apocalyptic panic; rumors spread wildly online. Now, with this explosive news officially revealed by the state, countless people immediately gathered to watch.

Chen Ziyan muttered inwardly; his cultivation technique swiftly activated in his mind. In moments, the countless silver lights around him, as if finding an exit, surged wildly toward his body.

Xu Yingxia wasn’t unwilling to speak—she simply felt uneasy. She didn’t know what Jiang Sheng intended to tell her about Yan Yu. She had learned to be smarter now, and refused to speak carelessly, lest the outcome become uncontrollable.

As soon as the two teams began, they unleashed their strongest soul techniques. But these techniques consumed immense soul power; the result was mutual injury and utter exhaustion, both collapsing on the stage and later carried away.

“Thank you, I truly don’t need it anymore.” Her damp eyes flickered toward him, then lowered again; her heart felt as if pricked by needles.

“I’ll eat with you!” Lei Changhao picked up new chopsticks, scooped a bite of food into his bowl, and swallowed it loudly. When he looked up, he saw her blank, sorrowful gaze.

Lu Shumu rarely cooperated with Lu Yan, but now his quiet, dark eyes fixed unblinkingly on Yan Yu.

“Don’t play tricks!” The man behind Qin Yang pressed his sharp curved blade against his waist; one misstep and the blade would pierce through.

Rong Xiu lowered his head, swung his club with elegant yet powerful grace, and sank a perfect shot—drawing applause from many.

Armor Beasts, the most coveted equipment on the Dalan Continent, possess attributes and abilities granted by demons, soul armor, and soul users—all three interdependent and inseparable.

Wild geese, paired together, symbolize good fortune and longing—essential elements in wedding ceremonies.

Once you emerge, a combo from the Clockwork might kill you instantly—depends on whether your Flash can dodge its pull.

Then he hugged Lao Liu, turned without looking back, and dragged Si Niangzi away—giving Lao Liu no chance to feign retreat.