Chapter 231: White-Day Meteor, Heaven and Earth Change Color, Five Realms Quake, Di Shui Returns to the Immortal Sovereign's Throne

A bolt of golden lightning shot across the sky, stirring up a heaven-rising might.

Wherever it passed, every living creature was shaken by its overwhelming aura, and all looked up to watch.

It looked fierce, but in truth it was nothing special.

If one controlled it well, how could so much power be wasted?

The "heaven-rising might" caused by insufficient control, in the eyes of a true expert, was like a child waving a longsword about — fit only to make people laugh.

"Oh? How lucky — we get to see what my family's ugly girl's world looks like." A mocking smile curled at the corner of Lu Yun's mouth.

At this, the situation instantly spiraled out of control, and Kuang Zhan lost his life over it, but he left behind a fatal danger for Wan Yao City.

Tang Jing did not rush to scold Chu Ming; instead, after a moment of quiet thought, she spoke her own thoughts.

Daoist Li continued sitting in meditation, eyes lightly closed, chanting dharma words. The wandering ghosts all around rushed together toward the four-legged flame dragon, but the dragon quickly spat out several fireballs, and the thousands of wandering ghosts shoved it straight into a bottomless abyss.

With a "thud~" — the sound of a chair crashing to the floor drew everyone's gaze.

"Damn it, you're the demon-race rat!" Li Dashao's nose, mouth, and ears were all bleeding from that punch, and it took him a long while to groan out this one line.

Liu Bin could not explain it clearly. In his past life he had been an atheist, but ever since he transmigrated and was reborn, he felt that gods did exist in this world — at the very least, there was a force beyond human control.

Huang Junhuan, hiding inside the house, knew that her martial uncle had come with ill intent. Relying only on herself and Bai Xiaolang's strength would never be enough; saving lives was urgent now, and escape was the only path.

Chen Xian was confused by Elder Chu's words — had not his remaining years already been swallowed by hatred?

Hearing Murong Qian say this, Zi Yuning finally breathed a quiet sigh of relief in her heart. Things were not as she had imagined; she could still understand.

His fingers lightly stroked the pill in his hand; mysterious patterns covered its surface, and the aura it gave off made the source Qi within Xiao Yan howl and stir restlessly.

Yi Qiling truly did not know what else she could say; she could only fix her gaze on Yu Lu and not utter a single word.

This was the prompt the navigation had just given Lin Xiao. It seemed plenty of trainers had been tricked before, or the navigation would not have given a special reminder.

"Although we cannot attack Guangning County right now, we can still make use of this matter." Zhao Yi stared at Yan Fu's severed head, a dark smile on his face. He lay sideways on the couch and had Guan Yu summon the messenger soldiers, ordering them to deliver his command to the other three gates: my lord Zhao has a matter of the utmost urgency, and he asks them to enter the tent to discuss it.

Yi Qiling turned and walked out of the villa's great hall, her back looking utterly sorrowful and lonely; watching her, Yu Lu's heart ached for her.

The director saw that everyone had already nodded in agreement, and in the shortest time possible he had arranged a hospital in America and a dedicated doctor.

Opening the door, Michelle had wanted to throw her arms around him, but seeing Meng Die already asleep in Lin Xiao's arms, she held herself back.

After climbing for roughly another ten-odd minutes, the group finally drew near the platform where the coffin lay.

"The Wuhuan tribe?" Gao Shun and Dian Wei both froze. "My lord, our forces are already locked in a death feud with the Wuhuan tribe — if you go there yourself, won't that be like a lamb walking into a tiger's mouth?" Entering the Wuhuan tribe's lair, even bringing two hundred thousand soldiers would not save them from total annihilation, let alone five hundred.

"Don't talk nonsense, I think it's just a little bit of goodwill." Gu Lian ate the meal Pei Yueyue had cooked at home, feeling glad she had not gone to keep her appointment with another man.

Zhao Fuxin took the great axe from Da Niu's hands and handed it to Ouyang Feng. Ouyang Feng could not put the golden axe down, gently caressing it; at the blade's edge, the lightest touch slit his finger. Ouyang Feng sucked at the wound, then returned the great axe to Da Niu.