Chapter 358: The Law Cultivator Liang Shao Asks Lin Mo

Even making it into the top thousand, Lin Mo relied on trickery.

Don't think Feng Geng didn't help much with the mountain fire—that's because he never cultivated the Pure Yang Heart Scripture.

Long before, during the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb training, Lin Mo had already formed a clear understanding of Feng Geng's combat strength.

Even if all of them rose to the third rank, their combat power surged dramatically, they still couldn't match the top ten on the Qilong List.

Not to mention the top ten—even

Just then, Zhu Erlang turned his head, his gaze cold and heavy, making her instantly swallow her words.

But come to think of it, Illidan may have taken on a demon's appearance, but he himself hadn't changed at all—he was merely protecting what he cared about in his own way.

Around Gao Si's body hovered a ring of ice-blue mist, and the shockwaves from the earth's rupture couldn't even pierce the ice fog.

Ghosts and wraiths could only suffer minor injuries; the Royal Qi Gong team had already been dispatched by Aska, scattered across the city to rescue the wounded and prevent massive casualties.

"Hot pot? What does it look like?" Fei Jia asked, her eyes wide with curiosity—she'd never eaten hot pot since coming to Zi Jing Academy.

He traveled with four Druid players, clearly also heading to enter the Emerald Dream through the Howling Caves—after all, it wasn't a secret that Druids could enter the Emerald Dream from the Howling Caves.

In chaotic times, heroes emerge; this is the moment to rise. The Four Horsemen Guild and the Apocalypse Guild on the Federation side share the same origin, their tangled relations known to few.

He always felt a heat in his chest—these days he'd been running back and forth, drenched in sweat going out and coming back, his feet aching, his voice hoarse, and the things he'd bargained for had cost him a full fifteen taels of silver—he was heartbroken.

"Nonsense! That's your company commander's name—are you Commander Guo?" Captain Zhang asked coldly.

Jack the Pumpkin Monster and Aixia had already acted, striking with restraint—only knocking out the soldiers controlled by Salamander, without endangering their lives.

Han Xiao hadn't noticed this detail, assuming her illness had worsened; she asked for the location and nearly ran over.

"But for the snow leopard, this trial is inevitable—better to let them face it safely now, so it becomes a foundation for future missions," Xue Hao remained firm.

Boom! Amidst the thunderous shaking of heaven and earth, the black furnace repeatedly slammed into the giant fangs, shattering countless teeth; the cracking of the giant fangs echoed endlessly.

If anyone had noticed beneath the canyon, they'd have seen streams of blood flowing deep into the gorge—as if something were absorbing the blood.

"Your father died countless years ago—how could you possibly be only eighteen years old?" Li Hengxuan exclaimed. This made no sense whatsoever.

Han Xiao glanced at the young lord named Yi Jun and smiled faintly: "I too seek peace on the journey. If Brother Yi Jun finds it inconvenient, then let's part ways here. If fate allows, we'll meet again in Longdu." He had always scorned reading others' expressions.

The short, stout elder, in shock, saw the third arrow hurtling toward his throat; he flung himself backward just in time to evade it—but before he could straighten up, the first two arrows had turned and surged back. This time he couldn't dodge; *puff-puff*—the two arrows pierced his chest in succession.

"Who'd believe you? You're abusing me—I'll go tell Jingjing-sister you're abusing me!" Zi Xia still refused to let it go.

Every living cultivator now regretted coming here—if the Immortal Palace reappears, they'd never dare involve themselves again! Such ethereal opportunities were beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators! To force it meant only death—and now, realizing this, it was far too late.