Chapter 127: The Dala Palace Gains Another Combatant

Master Zhi Qing was nearly driven mad.

He knew perfectly well that Master Mingyu was reciting the Golden Light Divine Spell, but who in their right mind could actually manifest golden light by reciting it?

Isn’t the golden light supposed to be merely a concentration of spiritual radiance within the mind?

Master Zhi Qing unconsciously stepped into the correct Yu Bu, formed the Taiqing Magic Seal, guided qi through his meridians, and murmured the incantation: “Heavenly and earthly essence, root of all qi. Cultivate for countless eons, prove my divine power.”

The four lines spoken

“Ah~” Liu Shixin let out a long sigh; now he felt as if he’d dug a pit and buried himself.

I watched him calmly, not in the least hurried, for I knew his level was far too low to execute a full-spectrum magical attack—my Instant Teleport would surely evade it.

Who knew the guy didn’t care at all, yet he strongly believed in the design; it turned out he was right—the Golden Phone made Banana Electronics a huge hit, but it also left people with the impression that its phones were only for nouveau riche, leaving Ma Zixuan both furious and fond of it.

Hearing the term “soy sauce master,” Lin Xun felt a strange sense of familiarity; a flash of memory passed through her mind, but she couldn’t grasp it.

When Lü Zhenyu and those intelligent lifeforms on the island received the fax from Shanghai, they still treated the news report as a joke.

Even after Go entered the café, though the chess corner grew less lively, attention toward Qingqing did not diminish.

Er Delin frowned. “Who the hell dares cause trouble in public?” He strained his ears and faintly heard his brother Kabula’s rebuke, mixed with the sound of kowtowing.

“Yes, when the Sacred Beasts are in good spirits, they help us repel invaders, but after each mission is completed, we must…” Shui Ruyan’s slender frame shuddered involuntarily, as if recalling something terrifying.

The Shanghai municipal government, in cooperation with Digital Totem, was jointly promoting a specially improved version of Digital Totem’s pet dogs—those equipped with guide-dog functionality—through government funding and corporate donations.

At that thought, Tang Li’s mind suddenly flashed the words “General of the Cavalry, Jiedushi of Pinglu, An Lushan,” alongside the image of the official, Guan Shanhai, who had come to deliver his congratulatory gift that day.

Since Chang Mao and Linzi had been beaten by Song Xiaotian, the two had held a grudge, but after months of investigation, they still couldn’t determine where they came from or where they went.

As Jing Tang gazed toward Shu Jinhé, a palm struck him from behind. His internal qi surged violently, but was forcibly suppressed by the Seven Kill Force.

“...” Song Xiaotian shook his head; Feng Er’s point wasn’t without merit—this AK-74 had been standard issue in the Soviet era, and after so long, jamming was perfectly normal.

Every possible escape route had been completely sealed off—not only were the escape paths blocked, but under the condition of sealing all routes, the encirclement was slowly tightening.

Luo Sisi rose and circled the tree several times; it was indeed this tree. Standing beneath it, she clearly felt something calling to her, so she simply walked around it, examining it closely.

“Wonderful! It’s a mermaid!” exclaimed the noble “Dragon People” seated in the VIP seat, overjoyed.

Wang Ying’s words left Sun Wanyi speechless; beside him, Rong Xuan had somehow arrived and burst into loud laughter.

Although the Butcher had changed his name to Lian Hao and hadn’t managed affairs for years, those who knew him well understood just how cruel the Butcher’s methods had been.