Chapter 215: The Performances of All Heavenly Prodigies

"Crackling, popping…"

Almost like a bombardment, the dozen charging shadows were abruptly halted.

"Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo…"

They let out furious roars, but were forcibly stopped by overwhelming firepower.

Even though each of these shadows was at Foundation Establishment eighth or ninth layer, they still could not advance an inch against Lin Mo's fire arts.

And the entire wedding procession's smooth movement was also

Jiu Wan's expression gradually grew serious, yet he remained as impassive and unruffled as ever.

In another interrogation room, due to distrust of Liu Chong, Chen Yufa personally took night shift for the interrogation.

Losing a gun was an even greater offense—almost without exception, it meant immediate expulsion and dismissal; if serious consequences resulted, criminal liability would be pursued, carrying a sentence of at least three years.

I gave Wang Chuyi's proposal a thumbs-up—this method was good, as long as I didn't have to reach in and touch anything, it was all fine.

The next day, as the first ray of dawn fell upon Demon Saint City, Feng Xun became the first to pass the second leg of the journey; at that moment, Zhou Yi was just slowly waking up from the table.

It was slightly past five in the afternoon; though the sun was not blazing overhead, it still blazed fiercely on the horizon, albeit slightly cooler than earlier.

In 1988, the Year of the Dragon, Wu Chen, January 1st, Tiananmen Square officially opened to domestic and foreign tourists. The surge in visitors brought prosperity to many cities, even Dongcheng, far from Beijing, was no exception.

"Hehehe, Huang Yuntian, the Eight Wilderness Mountains shall be your coffin!" The second prince, walking at the front, flashed a cold gleam in his eyes.

The noble-looking young man looked astonished; they had planned to secretly assign someone to shadow Zhou Yi—these men were covert guards of the Dragon Clan, whose cultivation wasn't particularly strong, yet their concealment and evasion techniques surpassed even those of Dragon Clan elders.

"I choose the first option!" Huang Yuntian roared immediately, his eyes bloodshot from the weight of his decision.

The blood-red sunset had sunk halfway below the horizon when it suddenly turned golden, turning the mountains and clouds into molten gold; a crystal-clear river, like jade, plummeted straight from the heavens, washing over the middle-aged Daoist's body and soul.

Among them, Yan Qi the Great Saint of Huolindong looked the weakest; his half-body, ruined by the Demon, had yet to fully heal.

"Lord Zao, please bless the Guo family with peace and prosperity next year," Aunt Pan chattered on, respectfully arranging the offerings.

Though his willpower surpassed that of most in this world, after enduring such agony, lying now like a useless cripple on a reclining chair, how could his mood be anything but bleak?

After bidding farewell, Guo Honglei returned and explained to his mother and others, then boarded the third carriage to ride with his wife.

Xie Lan, tears streaming down her face, met Qin Zongyan's hopeful gaze and gave a slight nod—if there truly was a next life, and she had no elder brother and he had no Murong clan, they must meet again.

But seeing that the Snow Emperor seemed uninterested in further conversation, Yun Ying also found herself bored, so she recalled the matter the Snow Emperor had mentioned earlier—could she, too, step into this pool for a soak?

Qin Hong rubbed his nose; he had brought gifts for his wife, but he never imagined bringing one for his own father—it was just a casual lie. Still, he had presented a gift box to the elder.

The first strike was a critical hit, but the Baby of Ji Jian Kingdom triggered the Advanced Divine Protection Revival effect and revived at full health.

Qi Nu paused here deliberately, speaking vaguely and gesturing with his eyes—Xiang Yu was present; should he continue?

The other was naturally Huo Lingxiao, who planned to sow discord between the Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince; though the Crown Prince's fall pleased him, it clearly wasn't enough.