Chapter 116: Did You Also Kill Old Biang the Turtle?

Master Xiang Yihong finally encountered an opponent who could match him in strength.

With the Shangqing Transformation Talisman enhancing his magic power, and rooted in the Qi Ti Yuanliu and Eight Sections of Golden Strength, his true qi merged into a unified whole; the thirty-kilogram crescent blade felt weightless in his hands.

Even though the Black Bear King was twice his height, the Dragon-Imprisoning Array suppressed the beast, allowing him to hold his ground—and with each swing of his blade infused with Daoist true qi, he carved through the Black Bear King’s hide.

In the past, with such power, he would have stormed straight to the door regardless of anyone’s face—but the consequences would have been unthinkable.

Therefore, the Emperor will surely find a way to sabotage their migration plan and prevent them from leaving Jingcheng.

It was only around ten in the morning, the best time for sunlight, yet the sun hanging in the sky had lost its color, appearing dull and dim.

When Tang Xiaolin, Tang Ranran, and Zhou Shaoyu arrived, they saw chickens staring at them with wide eyes, and pigs grunting and snorting all over the courtyard.

Though he protected her, he never held back when punishment was due; under Yu Xin’er’s provocation, the relationship between grandfather and granddaughter grew somewhat strained.

She then opened the door and called Zhao Yue inside, carefully examined her, and only relaxed when she confirmed Zhao Yue had no serious injuries.

Li Haoran also showed a sly smile; seeing his expression, Yu Jinlong immediately understood.

Riding a bamboo raft through Heilong Pond, looking up at the waterfall at least dozens of zhang high, he felt as if thunder had crashed beside his ears.

When I caught up with Qiu Ye, the battle had already begun—dozens of zombies surrounded him, completely blocking him off.

Hearing Li Xiaolin’s reminder, Gao Jingsong remembered the matter; he quickly found an empty cup, poured it full of wine, and hurried over.

“Our Master is only seventeen or eighteen? How is that possible? When I first met him, I was already over thirty—have you mistaken someone else with the same name?” Shang Yu asked in shock.

He now realized that Franco, this Uruguayan, had no clear grasp of the big picture and lacked sufficient calmness—how could such a man serve as the core of the organization’s offensive coordination?

Then Ivar Tiko, Autero, Pamies, and Dean Lin all took flight one after another; only Grei remained, hesitating.

“Strange? How could there be two lowly commoners in the Princess’s carriage? How could someone of her noble status ride in the same vehicle with such base people?” Lu Yuanzhi stood frozen in place; his several attendants behind him were equally stunned.

Thus Pamies continued forward slowly, relying only on the faint glow emanating from her body.

“Lie down first,” Liu Mengyao said to Xia Mengyou, then stepped forward and helped her lie down alongside Liu Yaoxi.

“My purpose in coming has been fulfilled. I hope we meet again,” the old man smiled one last time, then made to leave.

“Back already? Perfect—lunch is ready!” Pei Mama smiled as she carried dishes out of the kitchen.

“Where do you get the nerve?” Pei Yibai’s face turned ashen; due to illness, his complexion was even paler.

Hou Zhenzhu’s nature was such that she would never lower herself before someone like Liu Minsheng.

When his mind and body were especially excited, Qin Anlan grew momentarily dazed and called out “Qiqi.”

All those long-buried memories stirred at once; Su Mu’s face turned as white as paper, not a word escaping his lips.

Outside, whether rich or poor, anyone who heard such words wanted to hit her.

Of course, even if the photo contained nothing indecent, her reaction made it clear she was fully prepared to bear the blame for this murder case.

Shen Qiqi shyly stuck out her tongue and stopped calling out; instead, she sat down beside Qiaoqiao.