Chapter 367

Two hours later…

"Boom!"

Long A, face drenched in blood, was punched flying backward, slamming into the ground and carving out several craters, kicking up clouds of dust and stones.

"Crash!"

The thunderous sound echoed across the peak of Wu Yue Zhengshan.

Before the dust had even settled, a short, sturdy figure rose from the crater, bursting through the lingering haze and charging straight at his opponent…

"Hey, by the way, do you know where my sister Meng Yao is?" This was another matter Lin Kun came to the Lingwu family to inquire about today.

In just the morning, Lin Kun used up all his match slots with three consecutive victories, becoming nothing but an audience member.

He had already hidden the token seal away, and now he could only hope to pass the first trial—if he cleared it, at least the Khitan royal bloodline would be preserved.

The Tian Sheng Sect desperately sought to curb the Moonlight Sect's growth, fearing it would become a barrier to their eastern expansion; the Demon Sects shared the same concern.

He struggled to argue, knowing the monk likely didn't understand donkey speech, and arguing would get him nowhere—but kicking him a couple times would still feel good. Yet how skilled was this Mr. Zhang, who had raised donkeys for years?

The man still soaring into the sky saw the cloud layers around him—he nearly fainted from fear.

The atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous; after several seconds of silence, we both instantly realized our posture had gone too far, and simultaneously let go of each other, withdrawing our hands.

Now, the problem I must face is this: if I refuse to remain a beggar, what else can I do? I'm a useless wreck—I can't do anything except beg. What other way is there for me to survive?

"Capture the king to capture the bandits—that's where the demon general should be. Qi, come with me." Dongfang Xiuxiu grabbed Tang Qi's arm, her Guiyuan Sword never pausing, sending out a ring of sword qi that decapitated a dozen demon warriors.

"Oh no, Auntie, Mom isn't here—we've never studied formation arts." Dongfang also looked distressed, unsure what to do, her hand tightly gripping Tang Qi, palms sweating. In fact, it wasn't just that—her lovely face was faintly flushed, unlike her usual self.

I've scoured the entire world and found nothing, growing frantic and desperate. The only place I haven't searched is the Sacred Beast Forest—a primordial wilderness from ancient times, unchanged since then, teeming with demonic beasts and sacred beasts. I believe if a green jiao capable of transforming into a dragon truly exists, it must be there.

"Where is my father going?" Li Yanru, upon hearing Wang Wei's words, grew shy at first, then immediately snapped back to ask.

Even so, when the death servant announced the score as seventy-two, everyone exhaled in relief.

Liu Yan also secretly felt relieved—perhaps, unless Yang Le were reborn, stopping Xiao Da would be utterly impossible.

Yet when it came to the power and spectacle of the family's signature technique, the quiet Second Master Hua Cheng was unquestionably the most formidable among the three disciples.

Tang Qi leapt straight from the fifth floor with Lin Qian'er in his arms, folding his body twice midair, landing a hundred meters away from the building.

Seeing this, Jonk shrugged and gave Nana a glance, then turned to leave—only to be stopped by the basketball team captain.

"Yes, this plan works. Before openly attacking the Xieyantuo tribe, we should first probe the Tiele's strength." Wang Xiang agreed. The others nodded in assent.

So Fang Haotian played another role-playing trick: he disabled the anti-submarine program, silently appearing on a tree trunk. As he slid down, he transformed into Lü Shuangcheng's appearance, striding toward the courtyard holding the iron cells. The moment he spotted the purple-robed figure, he immediately "turned pale with shock," preparing to hide.