Chapter 474: Shield Grinding! The Boring Battle Between Law Cultivators!

Zhang Lu does not belong to the so-called Golden Third Generation.

In fact, his Dao age is over ten years older than Lin Mo’s, yet clearly, he is not one of the so-called “old Golden Core” cultivators.

To reach Golden Core ninth layer at over thirty years of Dao age, and to have repeatedly appeared on the Qianlong Total Ranking List, he is undoubtedly gifted beyond measure.

Yet, barring unforeseen circumstances, his strength will stop here.

Especially now, with this Qianlong Ranking List.

Lei and his team spent an entire night stealthily advancing to gather intelligence on the Lion’s headquarters, finally approaching their target—the Lion’s main camp—at six in the morning.

“Heh… this time is an exception; I volunteered to deliver the message for them,” Jing Ze Xiu Ren shrugged, continuing to smile.

“Who dares provoke trouble on the head of Tai Sui? Hmph, I’ll go meet him myself!” Bi Yin blew his beard and flew off in a rage.

Instantly, people in the room began screaming as they were shot; several wounded Yakuza gunmen, unable to die quickly, groaned on the ground, while those near the door fired wildly, crawling toward the outside while clutching walls and the broken entrance, occasionally hitting random Yakuza members who ran about in chaos.

In the overgrown forest, a single eye never left its scope; though Lei’s bullets occasionally whizzed past his head and sides, he remained utterly focused on every movement behind the Brave Vehicle, refusing to fire unless absolutely necessary.

“You’ll all die with him!” With a roar, the Ox Demon King clamped his hand around the Golden Wing Great Peng’s neck, his trident transforming into a sky full of stars as he stabbed toward the Golden Wing Great Peng.

Instantly, people began murmuring; some, overwhelmed by shock, fell into deep sleep, while others stared at the scene just past, too terrified to close their eyes—what if it happened again?

Hua Yu Heng stepped before him, glanced at Yun Weiyang cradled in his arms, and said coldly: “Let me take her.” She reached out and took Yun Weiyang from his grasp.

Even without entering the city district, numerous curious onlookers at Nanjing Airport photographed the luxurious convoy and the people greeting it, uploading the footage online.

What if you’ve already taken off your pants, only for them to say, “I’m on my period”? Isn’t that a trap?

“You protect me?” Li Jiuyang repeated, unsurprised.

“Biting twenty is still biting. When the Wolf God possesses you, you won’t even remember it!” The bandits nodded, speaking in hushed tones.

Finally, as they began attacking the Tyrant, Li Bai and Marco Polo emerged from the opposite side.

Those with sufficient power among the Super God users might risk charging in, but those lagging far behind were completely left behind.

He watched in stunned silence as the beast-shaped ice armor crystallized on Ye Feng’s body, as the Level Three Lightning Immortal Treasure appeared in Ye Feng’s hand—his legs rooted to the ground, immovable, his body trembling like a sieve.

“Here…” Yue Shihua stared at the map’s marking—Li Jiuyang had paused there for five or six seconds before rescuing her. Could something be arranged there?

Cough, cough—unexpectedly, the two knew each other. Duan Mingyu, the actual party involved, felt uneasy inside; judging by the look of it, the elder’s relationship was clearly not friendly. Damn it, this is going to get messy.

As the gale from the griffins’ dive struck his face and their shadows engulfed him, Zhao Dingguo roared, leaped forward with all his strength, and reached for the scout’s hand.

In short, with the entire Red Demon Manor vanished, no one would bother seeking vengeance for a force that no longer existed.