Chapter 363: The Spectacle of the Four Elemental Arts

Speaking of this junior brother, Jiang Chenlu's expression was complex.

This junior brother could be said to be one of the most "distinctive" disciples in their Spirit Sea Mountain Dao Academy.

He was a cultivation method practitioner, yet he specialized exclusively in shield techniques.

And remarkably, he possessed extraordinary talent in shield techniques, so much so that even the academy's senior instructors tacitly accepted his specialization.

But this made things awkward, whether he went out on teams or entered secret realms.

He was a method practitioner, yet his attacks

Moreover, the more advanced crystal-powered crystal watches, due to their high cost, were only popular among nobles and the wealthy, so at least there was no worry about them not knowing the time.

I barely slept that night—it was excruciating for me; the red spots on my body seemed to have multiplied, their piercing itch driving me to despair.

Although the invitation was refused, he felt he had still left a favorable impression on her; once he found an opportunity to sit beside her and insist on paying the bill, he could surely deepen their understanding.

Luo Yu first froze, then realized his master's words "survive" referred to the Heaven's Deficiency War a century ago.

This was the best hiding place—Lance was likely hiding inside. But why didn't he show himself? Wang Yajiao was tearing down the building; once the load-bearing walls were breached, the entire structure could collapse. If Lance was hiding here, he should already be evacuating. Being crushed under tens of thousands of tons of concrete would be unbearable.

Immediately, six figures shot out from the falling aircraft, forming a strange formation, and landed on a patch of ground in the mountains.

"Alright, tell me where we're going next—what's today's mission?" Now that the conflict was resolved, the next steps needed careful planning and execution.

When Chunsheng's temper flared, he kicked the tricycle with a sharp *crack*, sending it tumbling into the ditch.

He was short, slightly hunched, his face long stripped of its former sternness, now lined with wrinkles yet radiating calm.

While lost in thought, the elevator stopped at the fifth floor. She set aside the matter of recognizing people, pulled out her room card, and led everyone toward Room 505.

A flash of dark light—the two bone swords merged into one, becoming a three-zhang-long bone blade that landed in the humanoid skeleton's hand.

Yet the Dragon Emperor had no intention of being honest; instead, he wore a smug, satisfied smile.

Qin Yiyi's phone was still face-down on the table. After sitting down, her first action was to pick it up and check whether Xu Tiancheng had replied to her message.

Continuing to delay was clearly impossible. Two choices now lay before him: one was to end it swiftly, disregarding all else to eliminate Ye Ziaang immediately; the other was to flee at once, for if Ye Ziaang activated other treasures, he would lose even the strength to escape.

"But we can't just keep fighting like this, Madam Wang. Have you sent word to other orthodox sects? We must unite to resist the demonic sects' invasion—otherwise, we won't survive this crisis." The middle-aged man turned his gaze to Wang Rongrong.

Su Mi had scolded the quack and focused entirely on the boy, paying them little attention.

Unlike Bo Xizhi's slender, frail frame, the man exuded a sharp, piercing aura in every gesture.

"What do you mean 'you didn't recognize Mount Tai'? I say it's like sticking your ass up to look at the sky—blind as a bat." Leng Qing suddenly chimed in.

"Brother Bird, I have urgent business with your master—please announce me," Zhou Mingyu said in a courteous tone.

There was nothing worth introducing about the king—he'd faced the Lakers so many times before, they were practically an old married couple.