Chapter 117: The Third Thunder Seed

The Black Bear King could not believe it, and the Huang Quan King was equally incredulous. "Did you also kill Ancestor Bi Yong?"

Daoist Yan Song took the opportunity to say, "He wanted to blood-sacrifice three thousand people to break through the realm, but we slew him at Moon Bay in Wuhe County. The Black Bear's second son wanted to massacre the village and exterminate the households beneath Cui Luo Mountain, but we destroyed him as well."

"Bai Langwang is already dead; the Black Bear King awaits execution." Daoist Yan Song immediately enveloped the Huang Quan King with a Great Taiyi Wind and Fire, his long sword tapping repeatedly. "Actually, you too carry a aura of evil."

I originally thought that having three days in advance was sufficient time, but when I truly entered the training, I realized that time was far from as ample as I had imagined.

"That's not it. The Summoner battle for the senior group seems like it will take a few more days to end. I found no interest in staying there, so I returned first." Winona shook her head.

"Is it worth it? For someone like me, is it worth it?" As Jian Ning spoke, the hands that had been pushing Peng Cheng away slowly tightened, clutching his clothes.

Tears instantly streamed down Zhuo Lin's still-damp cheeks, while Zhang Tianyang collapsed directly to the ground.

In fact, he truly did not know how to pass the second test. He had not prepared any so-called forging materials at all. Even if he tried to take a shortcut like Jeff of the Hawk family, he could not find rare items like that sleeping fire lotus.

At the very beginning, my speculation about Da Huang's strength was that it was similar to mine—since our ages were comparable, I felt our cultivation levels should also be comparable. But when I discovered I could not discern Da Huang's true strength, I finally understood that his ability was superior to mine.

After driving away that middle-aged man, Jing Jian prepared to leave. A man wearing glasses at the door suddenly raised his cup to toast Jing Jian, yet showed no intention of approaching to converse.

However, only Jian Ning knew that when Gu Jingchen put his arm around her waist, he provocatively pinched her, and his fingers were also very restless, teasing her through a thin layer of fabric. The teacher was truly too good to the student, so good that he appeared on her bed.

Later, Xue'er went to find Elder Liu. Upon hearing the situation, he immediately urged Xue'er to come over and instructed her to keep a constant watch, although she had already taken effective measures. This effective measure could only effectively stop the time of You Luo's beastly outburst, but could not completely eliminate it.

But once the Third Elder spoke, it no longer mattered whether he was right or wrong. He directly placed a cap upon the situation, his intention being obvious: as long as you bully a single hair of my Nangong Aotian, I will not spare you lightly.

Zhongli Shuo could not help but feel strange, but by now there was no time for him to speculate on these matters. How to resolve the current crisis and prevent his own father from believing the Empress's words and allowing the Crown Prince to assume power was the most urgent matter.

As this formation operated, Fan Xiaodong hurriedly mobilized the spiritual energy within his body, re-condensing the demonic qi cultivated through the Yin Demon Spirit-Eroding Art into the Yin Fiend Pearl located within his heart.

"Respectfully see off the Crown Prince." The Crown Prince continued to chuckle, waved his hand at Zhongli Shuo, and walked out the door.

Liu Wanruo ran over without even putting on her shoes; she must have been worried about Ye Feng's illness. Ling Qiuyun felt heartache for her.

"Your subject dares not soil the Emperor's eyes. Your subject immediately takes his leave." Yang Jiaojian knelt and kowtowed, then backed away several steps while still kneeling before rising and departing.

"Eh—it is you!" Ye Feng was somewhat surprised to see Dongfang Ziqing sitting beside Wang Wen.

The thunder-wind, whose form surged forward, was startled by the beam of light before him. He sensed a fatal danger emanating from this beam, a premonition unique to the strong.

What they said, the crowd naturally did not know. However, after Su Dong finished speaking, Shanghai Ma Chao ceased cursing those who had lacked judgment the previous night.

"Bang—" In the next moment, the air around them suddenly stagnated, then, like an explosion, began to emit a tremendous roar. The steps immediately released golden-colored light, and upon that light appeared a landscape painting encompassing a thousand li, looking extremely domineering.