Chapter 115: Two Old Daoists Unleash Their Power

The Black Bear King and the Yellow Dog King looked up and saw the courtyard filled with people.

One young man, two old men, three women, and a fox—each dressed neatly, and given that earlier cry of “Caught a fish,” they had clearly been waiting here for them all along.

“How is this possible?” The Black Bear King’s pupils shrank sharply.

He and the Yellow Dog King had cultivated for centuries; under conditions of holding their breath, suppressing their aura, and concealing their demonic power, even the Golden Wind Divine King would struggle to

For a child his age, this score was more than excellent; no one before Ya had achieved it—the best result belonged to the child in the first group, who scored 77 rings.

It was nothing but citing examples: opening with how the sages acted, closing with how the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors behaved, or if not that, then the tyrannies of Qin or Shang.

As a strange sensation passed through him, a description of the “One Qiao Heart” talent appeared in his memory.

But when Yue Cheng named the person who listed these crimes as Li Gai, son of Li Dui, Chancellor of Zhao,

Shen Xingyan stared at Xu Qiuhe, her eyes blazing with fury as if she wished to obliterate him—this made Xu Qiuhe feel a flicker of fear.

The keyboard player spoke while gently smoothing his chest, as if recalling the heart-stopping moment on the soccer field.

At the same time, Mo Jingchen’s phone rang; he immediately ended the meeting and glanced at the message.

Of course, he did not use any phrase about self-termination; instead, he claimed he had touched the world’s laws and decided, while still possessing strength, to merge with heaven and earth.

Zhang San, upon hearing he could still go to Zui Meng Tower to play the big shot and flirt with girls, hurried off to find the inn official.

After speaking, the shadow clone beside Xuanwo Jiuming crouched down and grabbed his ankle.

“Fujiwara Kuna, Deputy Minister, please take care.” Unlike Sakura Ichi, Fujiwara had no strong aversion to men, so after shaking Kajimoto’s hand, she withdrew hers.

Hata Shunroku had originally been in first place, but his “Invincible Wind Fire Wheel” was still new—he hadn’t mastered it yet, so his rolling speed was slightly slower.

Thus, the three devils emerged one after another, running while shouting as they went.

Song Wu sighed in relief, immediately exclaimed “Ai!” set down her pestle, and rose to find Eunuch An.

Similar dialogues occurred in every corner of the academy; within days, the banner of the full-college martial competition was firmly raised, and student enthusiasm reached unprecedented heights.

Luo Han felt it even more acutely: the Luo Shen cultivation ground stirred a sense of familiarity, as if returning home, and he couldn’t help wondering if this might be connected to the ancient land.

Xuan Ba’s red eyes blazed brighter; his black armor emitted a chilling, eerie black radiance, and a phantom spiritual form coalesced above his head—replacing the immobilized Xuan Ba as it unleashed “Thunder Shock Heaven.”

At this moment, Hao Mu’s door was tightly shut; red threads and bells were tied around the courtyard and inner walls for defense.

“Is fighting really necessary? Our cards are a star rank lower.” Li Mu didn’t believe a single star difference could be made up by experience or anything else—let alone two silver cards differing by a star.

The plain-clad figure in his arms continued trembling uncontrollably with sobs. Wang Lingyun let out a long sigh. She gazed at the drifting clouds above and suddenly felt how difficult life truly was.

“Hah! Then it’s settled.” Sopis laughed loudly, clapping Igor on the shoulder—a gesture both understood: they’d remain brothers forever.

The three chatted until midnight; once the excitement of reunion faded, Xing Tianyu grew tired.

Yu Weiyang narrowed his eyes, gazing closely—and indeed saw that the eagle’s feathers were not soft at all, but hard, scale-like plates.