Chapter 164: Victory Run Forth, Filial Disciple Born of a Fierce Kick (11k Words Submitted, Requesting Monthly Votes)

Yuan Zhengju was a typical cultivator from Didi Cave, deeply versed in Water Arts, with the divine ability of Cloud-Walking and Mist-Striding.

Walk, stride—by the name alone, this divine ability excels in speed and belongs to the category of auxiliary divine abilities.

Compared to ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, Yuan Zhengju's speed was far, far greater, so he could serve as the cloud-bus driver transporting tribulation cultivators to strike... or could he?

When people have already brought their forces right to one's doorstep, there is no point in hesitating.

Four eyes met, and Dan Siyan felt a sudden brightness before her eyes; the anger that had just risen due to the other's words vanished instantly, and she began to examine Yan Liang carefully.

Ye Jin wanted the fire to burn especially fiercely right now; those who slacked off or played tricks would not be allowed to stay here, not a single one.

Jingkong sat beside Ye Jin with the least courtesy; with his own Laozu Sect, he had no need for formalities.

After their first meeting at Yongxin Tea House, his meaning had been clear, yet You Tingrong casually tossed away the hairpin he had given her, making it plain she did not wish to have any further entanglements with him.

Liang Jin's cooking was delicious, but he would have plenty of opportunities to eat her cooking in the future, so there was no need to force himself.

This was their chance; if they could use this opportunity to improve themselves to the point of being able to resist the False Gods, only then could the creatures on Blue Star break free from the False Gods' control.

You Tingrong pulled the absent-minded You Tingjiao, kept her head bowed, did not even glance at Dan Yunxin once more, and followed closely behind Chi Qinghuan as they left.

This group in the dense forest was Xiang Yunsheng and the others; they had left the Xiangya Sword Sect and, after a day's journey, reached this mountain range. This range stretched for over a thousand li and was the only route from Shangyang State to Xuan Yang State, so after traveling all day, they could only choose to rest here.

Under such torment, the near-death Feng Wan could not hold on for long and completely fainted; his final breath was only a matter of time.

Princess Ruoxi was somewhat angry; although she strongly disliked her brother's various actions since taking charge of the state, when other countries came to attack her own, she still hoped the state's subjects would unite and present a united front against the outsiders.

"Here." At that moment, Xiang Ziyao extended her hand and placed a black sword into Tianming's palm. What else could this be but Mo Mei?

"That's right! I, Guan Yunchang, have relied on three things to make my way in the world: loyalty, loyalty, and damn loyalty!" Yunchang snorted heavily and spoke arrogantly. Hey, hey, are you showing off in front of a girl?

The beauty said, "Of course not; in fact, my experience is the same as yours. I am just a traveler passing through, wishing to rest here for a moment, but I never expected this rat to... to try to assault me, wuwu..." As she spoke, she covered her face and began to cry.

But just as she was packing up to get off work, Cheng Lingzhi received a call from Li Huanran inviting her out for dinner; Cheng Lingzhi thought for a moment and agreed.

"What wind has blown you, Immortal Elder Wu?" Mr. Zhang said, holding Wu Qingyun's hand.

"Not enough milk." Murong Lanxin lifted her cup as if someone might snatch it away.

What floated lightly was not the wind, but Ren Wenqiu's feeling at that moment. The pale moonlight stretched his shadow very, very long; a few withered leaves drifted down with the wind, adding a touch of desolation and sorrow to the world.

But when the nourishment it had accumulated over many years was wantonly plundered, it released Murong Jianxin, and all the vines retreated like a tide.

When Tianming returned to the original spot, the Qin soldiers surrounding him in at least four rings had their weapons broken. Achieving this was naturally due to Tianming's profound cultivation, yet it also relied on the sharpness of Zong Feiheng; even Ge Nie's Yuanhong paled in comparison.

"Then you can try." Wu Yang punched a black boulder over ten meters tall beside him.

I don't believe it! It's not up to you! Damn it! You're fooling me again! I'll just give up! This question! What do you want to do!