Chapter 329

After Long A finished speaking, everyone else also felt this strange "heat."

Although a scorching heat surged toward them, their bodies reacted as if they had stumbled into an ice cave.

At this moment, the green-robed Daoist Ji Heng said:

"This is the peculiar nature of the Nine Springs Azure Flame. It is said that when the mountain fire first spreads, it truly burns with the heat of a volcanic eruption."

"But as the mountain fire grows fiercer, it gives off a feeling of…"

Long Zhantian is indeed a legendary war god; he trains his troops through battle. Though this method consumes heavily, it achieves rapid results—just watching how soldiers who were dull the day before became hyper-energetic the next left Chen Gao chilled to the bone.

Xia Qi's cultivation base can completely suppress Nascent Soul cultivators of the first or second layer. How could the Lord of the Lei Clan, merely at the peak of Golden Core, possibly harm Xia Qi?

"Alright, since you cannot prove the other is fake, then how do you prove you are real?" Xiao Shiji asked again.

At the bar, the group sat at Tian Zhuo's reserved table and began drinking and chatting. When Ma Liang heard Jiang Rui had arrived, he rushed downstairs to join them, drinking and talking. He constantly fawned over Jiang Rui, making her embarrassed, while Yang Liu egged him on from the side.

The following days passed quietly. Liang Xinhua's men did not cause trouble, the police did not continue investigating Tian Lang's venues, and Tian Zhuo did not go to smash their places again—on the surface, everything was calm.

After descending roughly three thousand meters, Wang Yiran pulled Qin Anyi's hand and signaled him to pause briefly.

"Thank goodness nothing happened—I was terrified," Chen Yi said, patting his chest as he followed Xia Fanchen into the room.

Ye Qianfeng, though drunk, still had some conscience, so he calmly looked at Han Lingyu, who knew the truth and was visibly worried about Chu Chu.

The past few days of competition had placed immense pressure on Liu Yu, and with late-night tactical drills and early-morning breakfast runs, his sleep time was truly minimal.

Bai Sha sneered, a lewd expression creeping across his pale, bloodless face.

Peng Xin, Peng Xin? It seems my eldest uncle rescued him somewhere, and out of gratitude for saving his life, he guards by my uncle's side—not as master and servant.

I have to say, this cat girl has excellent professional ethics—after immediately delivering the tray to its destination, she rushed back to Li Yalin and Dagengzi, smiling warmly and welcoming them.

With the Fox Sovereign dead, the demon army finally met its end, collapsing like dominoes, the demon warriors losing all will to fight.

She glanced and indeed saw that foolish bird crouched by the lakeside grass, preening its feathers.

Shen Xin glanced curiously at her father beside her—is this true? Did this really happen? Why didn't she know?

Chen Feng thought that if he didn't try, he would always regret it. Now, he wanted to try. Whether or not Tu Yujing could become his master's friend, he believed Tu Yujing could bring his master a new warmth and change.

Formerly, the Prince of Zhenling was cold as ice; when his frost poison flared, frost flowers would cover his entire body, and no one could approach him—otherwise, he could not suppress his rage and killing intent, and might kill them on the spot.

The people Bao Xin brought, including Xiang Lan and others, could easily lift heavy sacks of herbs, leaving Master Qiu stunned.

"Kill!" someone roared, tossing aside his depleted firearm and drawing a light-sword from his waist, charging forward with fearless ferocity.

A pale-blue energy surged into Jia Yin's entire body, originating from her coccyx. Tian Ye was stunned—he didn't know why Jia Yin's talent was so extraordinary. It was like cheating: he just mentioned it, she felt it, and it activated immediately?