Chapter 90: Frenzied Battle at the Xu Yu Peak! The Dao Yuan Fruit! (Request Subscription)

After Lin Mo returned to the spectator stand, the pace of the arena matches accelerated rapidly.

On the arena, some rejoiced while others grieved.

Each successful challenge meant a replacement of a seat on the Awakening Platform.

Each failed challenge meant a successful defense of the arena.

The remaining few cultivators hoping to challenge the Immortal Rank’s top twenty sadly failed.

And most challenges ended with the top twenty Immortal Rank prodigies crushing their opponents.

After leaving Lanzhou City, Lian Yun returned to the capital, to the Lin family’s own residence, where he recovered using Bai Ling coins and spiritual potions.

Ai Mo, hearing Ren’s words, immediately took great notice— a master capable of forging legendary weapons was an absolute target for every warrior to court, and yet the chieftain of the dwarf clan had achieved it! “Perhaps more trades can be made!” Ai Mo thought to himself.

“Don’t talk nonsense—if the Bai family hears this, they’ll peel two layers off your skin! How dare we discuss someone of the Emperor’s level?” a cultivator warned kindly.

One minute earlier, the entire dance hall was packed to capacity, music halted, and Niu Za stepped up to the mic.

“Because I was going to die anyway… this inheritance shouldn’t go to outsiders…” the Old Poison God’s expression remained ordinary, showing no change.

After Zhuang Xiaoyang finished speaking and wondered whether she would agree, he saw the message and was stunned.

Tang Kexin immediately leapt back to the door, pressed her ear against it, and listened intently.

A crimson aura slowly surged beneath Ai Mo’s feet, expanding outward until it formed a crimson domain—though smaller than the opponent’s fused halo, its color resembled one soaked in blood.

He wasn’t afraid of the enemy charging out to fight, since he still had the Undying Shield—but he feared the enemy’s sufficient rationality, using the defense towers and terrain advantages to wear them down gradually; even if they eventually breached the high ground, the time spent would inevitably be immense.

“What do you plan to do? Save them or not? In the Thunder Sea, there are no fewer than ten Ancient-level experts, and among them, three are Semi-Saints!” Long Bo spoke solemnly.

Hǒu swung the Killing Immortal Sword lightly, and his spiritual sea churned violently—the sword’s power was impossible to estimate or restrain, only gradually guided.

Jin Zhiyan immediately called her sister’s phone, but no one answered—this terrified the elder sister, who paced back and forth in the room, her face filled with restless anxiety.

Chen Rong reached out and tore aside the carriage curtain with a rustle, gazing at the sparse stars in the sky, and murmured softly: “I’ve died once already—what’s left to fear?” His voice was extremely low.

This was utterly unexpected by Ye Fan—the enemy had sacrificed a Feng clan’s surveillance eye for him, which was truly unbelievable.

A dangerous tone brimmed with malice; the man’s icy gaze held ancient ice, hidden for millennia.

Gu Yi was the tenth-ranked disciple of the Fire God Temple this generation; his cultivation had entered the Taiqing Realm three years ago, and after three years of refinement, he had fully stabilized at the first layer of the Taiqing Realm.

“Yes!” the messenger replied, though inwardly puzzled—what’s going on lately? The army has already arrived here, yet refuses to occupy the Sakura District.

Wang Hong’s hand struggled to move upward slightly; as soon as it moved, he returned it to its place, then lifted it again.

Lin Yuan seemed aware of his current appearance; upon seeing Qingcheng, after the first instant of longing and affection, he immediately lowered his head and covered his face, as if ashamed to meet Qingcheng.