Chapter 442: Strategies and Fire Support

It’s not that Sect Master Zheng doesn’t love Jiushan Sect—it’s just that Haorì Mountain gives too much!

Zheng Fa did a rough calculation: if he seized certain magic artifacts and elixirs from Jiushan Sect and handed them over to Haorì Mountain, the profit would approach three hundred percent based on cost.

Moreover, Haorì Mountain controlled many spiritual materials unavailable in the Hundred Immortal Alliance territories.

This wasn’t even just about profit for Jiushan Sect anymore…

Haorì Mountain may not be human, but it does human things!

Officials vied to advise Sun Xiang, shouting loudly; but Sun Xiang had already stopped listening to any of their opinions.

After watching the nine figures vanish, Wuming’s heart stirred with a faint, almost imperceptible fervor.

At some point, the third elder of North City, the red-faced old man, arrived at the observation stand for Arena Six, staring in astonishment at the flames on Zhou Tian’s arms and clicking his tongue.

Artificial hills are usually adorned with several large stones as accents; these stones are marble, fine in color and texture. But the spot Dou Shi observed clearly bore damp water marks.

For the continuous slashes of the Giant Mantis, Manectric chose not to confront them directly but instead dodged by leaping nimbly around it; such agile, unpredictable movements even made Zhenshi gasp in admiration.

“Bloodsucking Slash”—from Dos’s eyes, I sensed a hint of contempt; he didn’t speak much to me, but launched his attack skill immediately.

“Crystal Golem isn’t afraid of water,” Zhenshi said to the surprised Hao’er: “It fears fire.”

“Boom! Boom!” Two consecutive explosions shattered the two psychic storms; Huarui didn’t pause a moment, charging straight toward Mu Yi.

Though Rat Plague is dangerous, they’ve taken many precautions—it’s well under control, and Chen Wangnian isn’t worried.

“Your mother was taken by the Twelve Dao Palaces the year you were sent to Taihuang,” Xiang Ba suddenly clenched his fist, a desolate killing intent erupting violently.

Hearing Tu Hao’s words, Qiqi stomped her foot in fury, even causing Teacher Du behind her to frown.

At that moment, Ye Chen’s gaze suddenly fell on one spot; his expression changed slightly—was it her?

“By the way, Boqing, go ask when Fang Yi is leaving Tianjing,” Liu Duanguang suddenly said.

“Whether I’m a man or not is none of your concern,” Ye Chen said coldly. As he spoke, he opened his five fingers, and a pure white force coalesced in his palm; within that force, snowflakes whirled visibly, and icy mist seeped outward.

The red spiders attacking people heard Hongyu’s words, stopped poisoning humans, and climbed up the bamboo.

This time, the Basket Shopkeeper still moved slowly; seeing the Learning Shopkeeper quickly play cloth, he changed his still-outstretched fist into scissors and thrust it out immediately.

Just as the two sides were about to collide, a sudden streak of black light fell from the sky, landing in the center.

“Yunyao, take care of Zixuan!” the old man said, then turned to face the incoming wave of sword shadows himself.

Xiang Hao stared into the abyss, his expression oddly altered—he recalled the final abyss from the Immortal World’s Zhudi Realm.

Fortunately, it was night; otherwise, they would have noticed the sky’s clouds and winds had formed a massive vortex.

But this crisp cracking sound wasn’t the sound of the orchid-blue vortex turning into starlight—it was the sound of the surrounding robots shattering.

Ning Yuxi lay curled in Ye Chen’s arms, breathing in his familiar scent, her heart filled with calm peace.

“So I plan to buy more herbs and test several times. I have no experience, but my senior brother once successfully brewed Bone-Fortifying Ointment—he can come help.” Lu Qing replied.