Chapter 486: Two Great Arrays, Unshaken Amid Change

The scapegoat Luo Sanxian arrived quickly.

Not only quickly, but with great pomp.

Zheng Fa stood atop Mount Shenhuo, gazing upward with Shi Nandang and the others.

Above them, five crimson dragons trod the air with four claws, riding wind and clouds, their divine might pressing heavily on all hearts.

These five crimson dragons were all Soul Transformation realm.

Yet each dragon’s snout was bound with a bridle, behind which trailed a golden rein.

The five reins converged upon a single blue…

If Bai Li knew, he would surely send me to the Demon Realm until I revive Shen Mo… but if Shen Mo’s soul is fragmented, how many more years would I have to stay in the Demon Realm?

A golden dragon head collided with a giant spiritual hand; the nearby forest was uprooted by a violent hurricane! Spiritual energy scattered wildly, chaotic and turbulent.

The soldier pointed behind him, but before he could speak, a gust of wind had already swept past—Xian Li had dashed away.

Chu Yuan’s evasive form suddenly froze, then the Mountain-Shattering Fist struck like lightning toward Zhao Wují.

A single pill could let a cultivator’s combat power surpass the limits of their cultivation technique—how miraculous must such a pill be?

Ling Feng immediately sucked in a breath: the cave, three zhang tall, now had a layer of stone debris one and a half zhang deep.

I am fully aware of the power of the Zhuxian Platform; although my master’s words were harsh, they were filled with protection and care.

Linlang ultimately gave no answer on how to handle Emperor Xuanyuan; I did not press her. Now that I had told her everything, I felt a sudden lightness—like a great boulder finally lifted from my chest, no longer pressing me down.

“Don’t rush,” Yun Hong asked calmly, though his heart was anxious. “Do you know where General Xiao is being held by Lin Xi?”

Just as His Majesty was struggling with whether to reveal his identity to Bing Ning, she presented him with another dilemma—insisting on knowing his name.

But others say this is Wei’s shooting cylinder; Jiang Haoran entering it voluntarily still counts as interference—even if not a hand, it still disrupted Wei’s shot.

She understood perfectly, but her nature was such: she simply could not bear to see others suffer—yet this era stood in direct opposition to her.

Xia Zhiqing and the others all showed worry; Nan Gong Xiu Jie was stronger, yet showed not the slightest trace of a master’s dignity—his conduct was despicable. In the next round, someone must face him—this would be a major problem.

“What’s there to fear? Just dominate them in the first quarter and crush them—let the fans see our energy!” A De was equally defiant.

The four men each held a hamburger, eating; Lei Sha thus broke free from Xiao Yu’s grip, yet she didn’t leave—she seemed to have grown addicted, frowning intently at her cards.

Mina was exhausted; they’d spent ages chopping a coconut, until Jiang Haoran swung it down and smashed it open.

“Why so pessimistic, Brother Qin? Brother Chuan isn’t like that,” Mei Yang hurriedly said.

“No! I’m sincerely complimenting you!” Without space, facing such an ambush, Lu Xiaoxiao felt she wouldn’t fare better than Ming Fang in escaping.

Lin Yanxi suddenly understood: the fishing boat was merely a cover for their identities; neither the O Country nor the boat’s home nation banned firearms.

After greeting the gatekeepers of Yi Bang, Mu Yi stepped inside. Along the way, he noticed few people; when he asked, he was told everyone had gathered up front. After thanking them, Mu Yi walked forward, puzzled.

As she drew more and more Soul-Stabilizing Glyphs, Jun Wuxie suddenly realized her spiritual power was draining bit by bit—after writing just over twenty, all her spiritual power was utterly spent.