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Chapter 177

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"Bald... uh, Senior Brother!"

Lin Mo raised his hand, glancing hesitantly at the space behind the other man, but saw no Zhuang Weiwang.

The bald senior brother seemed to notice his gaze and smiled:

"Young Sister Zhuang has just been promoted to inner disciple; this is her first season ranking since promotion, so she'll likely need to stay in the main hall's alchemy chamber these days to refine pills."

"Young Sister Zhuang is this busy?"

"Yes, these past two"

These are ancient Heavenly Sovereigns, Ancient Emperors, and Great Emperors. Their Saint-level cultivation far surpasses the Realm of Immortal Three Cuts and Dao Severance! Yet even heavenly tribulations must follow the laws of heaven and earth; these humanoid lightning figures have not yet taken the stage.

This would certainly incur grave karmic consequences, but Shi Hao and Ye Fan didn't care—they'd done far worse before.

The club's upper echelon was highly excited; during their recent contacts with Li Chuanrui and Ma Jing, they had clearly felt a sense of isolation.

Now that Liu Jun holds full power, relations between the two have eased—this is a good thing; otherwise, if their relationship deteriorated further, he'd be caught helplessly in the middle.

Lin Wantang watched helplessly as Wu knelt down, speaking polite words, yet her body remained utterly motionless.

Li Ning sat seated below Zhang Zhenglu, hands resting on his knees, his expression equally grim.

Thus, after thoroughly investigating every suspicious detail, Xiao Changfeng went to the palace to report this second time to the Empress Dowager.

Su Nianyun watched Su Ming's furious expression, then swallowed the words she had intended to say next.

"Forget it. Looks like Lu Tianzhao isn't destined to die here—this is the heartland of the Furious Lion Army; we can't stay long. Let's return to Mist Cloud Marsh." Chen Tianshun glanced around once more, finally sighing in resignation.

Ye Nantian then turned to leave, but halted the moment he stepped out of the main hall.

Yet the shock wasn't over: as Xiang Hao clenched his hand, the countless shards of blade that had been flung away suddenly reversed course, hurtling back toward the Second Boss like a storm of needles.

In other words, Xuan Yuan Wujin teleported a full li in mere breaths—this speed was extremely formidable.

"Still want to keep fighting, old fool? If I kill you, your Dragon Prince's Mansion will collapse."

When the previous Dark Void King and the Dark Void King fled, Jiang Yu had already marked their physical forms with a special ability.

Suddenly, a vast surge of primordial energy erupted from Fang Yi—silent, unannounced, overwhelming, engulfing them all.

"Alright, everyone, we now enter the final segment of the auction. Please look at this piece of wood..." said the auctioneer.

This was a teahouse; when Fang Yi arrived, he saw not only Cai Qin but also Bai Jie.

Monk Pu Zhen followed Master Wu Guang as a disciple for two days, then took over his master's post, guarding the thatched hut beneath the cliff, daily striking the wooden fish and chanting sutras.

Old Zhu sent the crescent axe and the Immortal Palace together into the Taiwei Cave Heaven, placing the magnificent Immortal Palace at the foot of the Magic Treasure Mountain.

This serpent possessed immense strength and formidable Golden Dao arts; Xiang Hao estimated its realm corresponded to the peak of the Human Cultivation Realm of Nourishing the Dao, but due to its monstrous physique, it far surpassed others of the same realm—no wonder Han Yan couldn't defeat it.

Space shattered, the heavens collapsed; the vast, magnificent Dark Night Plaza instantly caved in—only the ancient Vermilion Bird Altar, passed down for millennia by the Demon Clan, barely held firm, trembling precariously in this quaking world.

"Why do this?" Li Yan frowned. Logically, she didn't know Qing Yi's true identity, nor did she have any close ties with Qing Yi—why sacrifice so much for her?

Yet another voice inside his heart whispered: No, Rong Xi doesn't care for him—if she did, why would she kick him? And so hard?

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