Chapter 124: The Gaze Turns to

That afternoon, a little past 3 o'clock.

Zhao Guobin and Lin Baohui found Huizhou Teachers College, walked onto the campus, stopped a passing male student, and tried asking if he knew Zhongyuan Yidianhui.

The student looked at them strangely; perhaps because of Lin Baohui's appearance, he couldn't help but glance at her a couple more times.

"Of course I know! He's a celebrity at our school; who doesn't know him? But I don't know him personally, only that he's in the Accounting class. Are you looking for him?

Beyond the surprise brought by Demacia's Might Garen, Wang Zhen discovered a second surprise—the ropes binding his hands and feet had, unknown to him, been severed at key points by someone; now they were purely ornamental, and with just a slight exertion of force, the ropes immediately went slack.

Most critically, at this moment, Xi Xian realized something was wrong and actually began struggling to leave his embrace.

"Watch this, Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!!" Guo Jing held nothing back either; with both palms carrying eighteen true dragons, he struck out fiercely. With a boom, he not only shattered the Earth-grade battle shield before a Venerable of the Demon Asura Sect but also smashed his body-protecting spiritual barrier.

If all of this had been arranged in advance, wouldn't that prove he was actually just a pawn in his hand?

The void itself exploded; jagged spatial rifts opened their black maws like the end of the world, terrifying the heart. Everything across hundreds of thousands of li was leveled: surging sea waves, continuous mountain ranges, dense sea creatures—everything vanished, leaving only ruins.

After the plane landed, Lin Chuan and the others disembarked first. All five wore camouflage uniforms with no equipment on their bodies. A non-commissioned officer from Afghanistan was responsible for receiving them. The man was very tall, burly, with a face full of coarse flesh.

Ling counted once more; his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly. If the counts from Tusi and Xueyefeng were correct, the numbers were sufficient now, even a bit more, allowing for a slight screening.

"Damn human emperor, this Emperor will kill you." Before Qin Hengtian could respond, from the deepest reaches of the sky in the Dark Golden Dragon Emperor Realm came the killing-aura-drowning roar of the Dark Golden Demon Dragon Emperor; a dark golden dragon claw, as huge as a star, reached down from the clouds, tearing through the dark clouds filling the sky and shattering the earth for over ten thousand li.

Ling had originally planned to think carefully about the gift matter tonight, then, after some twisting and turning inside and out, the whole thing would almost have been forgotten. But even now, he didn't really feel like it.

"I don't know! I must find the source; I must solve this mystery," Sun Yue'er said stubbornly.

However, thinking that Huo Bao and Uncle Barefoot were usually crazy, often doing absurd and heretical things, he gritted his teeth and held back.

Huo Bao trembled violently throughout his body; as the Holy Blood entered him, an unimaginably powerful primal energy immediately spread out, circulating through his entire body, and his broken bones and tendons healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ming Bo looked anxiously at the battle group, just in time to see Jin Chong blasted out; while his figure was still retreating violently, he spat out a mouthful of blood, indicating he couldn't hold on much longer, which made him even more urgent.

Above the round table, bright lights shone down from the ceiling, illuminating everything clearly.

The first to discover this scene was Old Seven, who was observing the situation by the fence; the moment he saw things were wrong, he immediately notified Han Laoliu.

Compared to other worlds, the Saint-level figures of the Sword Clan, Dark Clan, Ziwei Clan, Shangcang Clan, Innate Divine Clan, Chaos Clan, Heaven Clan, and Peacock Clan—all races that were mortal enemies of the Zhan Tian World faction—changed color greatly, realizing the seriousness of the problem.

If Ming Yu went mad, it would be almost impossible for Helian Xingyu to leave safely.

Holding his breath deeply, he flipped and dove; Ye Yan rushed straight down toward the center of the whirlpool and began examining things as soon as he entered the vortex.

Of course, this comparison applies to realms where primal force is primary, such as the Human Dao realm, and specifically when cultivation resources are not used for assistance.