Chapter 808: One Hundred Fifty-Four: Also a Matter of Destiny

One Hundred Fifty-Four: Also a Matter of Destiny

The water dungeon, a T-shaped cell, southeast corner.

The Crane-Cape Old Daoist sat there with a sour expression, eyes fixed on something on the floor, his haughty look as if the entire world owed him ten thousand taels of gold.

He is indeed a True Person.

Ouyang Rong smiled inwardly and nodded.

For some reason, the moment he saw Old Daoist Sun, his spirit calmed considerably.

The restlessness he’d absorbed recently from the overly ambitious Chen Jiaxin

The water dungeon, a T-shaped cell, southeast corner.

The Crane-Cape Old Daoist sat there with a sour expression, eyes fixed on something on the floor, his haughty look as if the entire world owed him ten thousand taels of gold.

He is indeed a True Person.

Ouyang Rong smiled inwardly and nodded.

For some reason, the moment he saw Old Daoist Sun, his spirit calmed considerably.

The restlessness he’d absorbed recently from the overly ambitious Chen Jiaxin

The vehicle weaved through the bustling market, and under Pu Anbei’s orders, they successfully shook off their pursuers.

If this trend continued for a few more years before entering the provincial capital, they would suddenly find there was no room left for survival.

But responses were scarce; everyone knew the Divine River Game could never allow players to truly wipe out the entire martial world—there was no such thing in the Divine River Game as players overpowering plot characters. They were no longer novices, and none would do something so suicidal.

“What did you say? I don’t quite get it,” Wang Peng, playing a computer game at his desk, looked up at Han Ming and asked with a sidelong glance.

At Xingzhen Tower, all 3,566 remaining psychic users of the Chinese Soul-Hunting Association, excluding Wu Dongyue, were present.

After saying “Wait a moment,” Yu Feina sat before the drawing board, moved aside the previous sheets of paper, and began sketching new lines and ink strokes.

Looking up, he saw a vast starry sky, within which lay a massive, grotesque, ancient warship in silent repose.

Chen Yun had no idea what they meant; he paused briefly on the spot, then simply ignored it and walked toward the fourth floor.

“Give me a Divine River skill, and I guarantee I’ll throw honesty out the window,” Luo Wu yi grumbled.

Zhuo Le Feng waited for the madman to explode; he had set his trap and was ready for Gu Yinan to walk into it. The deranged psychopath, armed with gunmen, headed toward Zhuo Le Feng’s location. He hoped to kill Zhuo Le Feng on the spot, but he could not think calmly about the consequences.

Why did she suddenly bring up Fang Xiyuan?! Ling Qi was startled, then quickly regained composure, mentally weighing every possible scenario.

Chen Wei began searching his mind for the function of the plant before him. Chen Wei could know the plant’s properties thanks to years of accumulated knowledge.

Two sword qi strikes hit the Black Yin Zi’s neck and dantian abdomen, shattering the foundational array within the dantian and eliminating his cultivation potential; his head also fell with the sword qi, rolling onto the ground, his eyes still wide with the same terror—as if he could not die in peace.

“Damn, a shady shop,” Zheng Xiguan thought bitterly, then reentered the cinematic space—still unable to log out—and this time he knew exactly what event he was in.

Just as Chen Wei was about to leave, a scent of medicinal herbs entered his nostrils.

Gu Qing was one such person; his infamous reputation was so great he had slain even the prodigies of the Taiyu Sacred Sect. Yuan Hong had heard of him, but only upon facing such a man did he realize how terrifying he truly was.

Though it bore such a majestic name, the fleeting surge of excitement passed instantly, leaving only lingering emotional embers.

“Why didn’t Zhou Xi come back with you?” After listening to Ding Ying’s childish outburst, Chen Xinyi noticed the beautiful young teacher, whose beauty held potential nearly equal to her own, had not returned.

Seeing Xiao Feng had made his decision, Can Yue and Qing Song said no more. Aside from Can Yue and Zhao Jiuge, the other two departed—one to fetch spiritual herbs for Zhao Jiuge, the other to remain at the sect and maintain high vigilance over everything during Xiao Feng and Jian Wuxin’s absence.

A massive sword qi, over a zhang thick, engulfed Feng Ni’s evasive range and surged skyward.

“Hmph, set this aside for now. Our main priority is finding the Beast God’s Horn. Everyone here, mobilize—find the Ice You Dragon King’s whereabouts.” Brook shouted loudly.