Chapter 115: Three People Actually… The Immortal

Shang Jingxing was still looking up, not yet able to withdraw, when the assassination appeared before him—a massive left hand lunged out with a claw.

When someone's ability and influence surpassed his, he could only yield under pressure, adapting to survive—that was his way of staying alive.

The vast majority of these people were in the Soul Outflow realm, which also made them the backbone of each Tower Realm; their numbers weren't much greater than those in the Immortal Tower Realm, while the Division of Spirit realm, Shang Jingxing roughly estimated, numbered ten thousand—a terrifying figure, at least thirty percent more than in the Immortal Tower Realm.

Tie Zheng rose and went further away to inspect, returning to the original spot after a long while; he once again felt the protruding rocky spur, and finally made his judgment.

Upon receiving his affirmative reply, Lü Qingqiong raised her right hand and grasped toward the city she had chosen; a black token appeared in her hand, which she then threw backward.

Lü Hanqiang's words made Lü Huanzhi's eyes slightly red, genuinely stirring affection for Lü Hanqiang.

Not letting the two meet? Yuli shook his head, dismissing this selfish thought—it would be too unfair to Hei Yu Ji.

Data retrieved by Luo Men showed that Huang Que was a ferocious beast requiring special preparation before consumption.

Of course, they were worried that Zhang Bin would anger Abbess Xueyin—if she flew into a rage, it wouldn't be a trivial matter.

The cost of stationing troops here was naturally included as well, and the underlying details, of course, were understood by all.

The valley's terrain was rugged, naturally forming a gourd-shaped hollow; the path Jiang Chang'an took led him to the sole wind passage, where the cold wind howled, emitting sounds like wailing spirits.

"Speak up—what do you want at this hour?" Ji Meina crossed her arms and asked, changing the subject.

In the rippling space, a pure white light took shape in the old man's palm; the next moment, the light began to boil.

So even though there were no words written on the wall this time, everyone still naturally blamed Harry.

Childhood companions, also cousins—this bond needed no explanation. In this passage, Lin Chu seemed to be singing of their childhood days; Lin Fugui was deeply moved.

"Toil the muscles and bones, hunger the skin and flesh, impoverish the body, disrupt and confuse one's actions…" The Deaslis' past conduct barely qualified.

He never understood why his parents, knowing Yin Shiqing was insatiable, still kept him close.

"Hello, Professor!" Harry, though burdened with worries, still flashed a bright smile.

Even the snow piled beside the road had not yet fully melted; only upon close inspection could one spot faint greenery among the surrounding trees.

Of course, Ji Meina had merely speculated wildly, then laughed and shook her head—probably not?

"The only way to resolve this crisis is one: I must ascend to the Venerable Realm." Qian, the Lord, murmured inwardly, beginning to ponder the trials of transcendence.

"Looks like I went too easy on you—you still want to retaliate?" Zhang Fan walked step by step toward Chen Yilong.

Tian Xing's strength came from his mastery of the "Xing" Secret, one of the Nine Mysteries of Daoism, an extraordinarily wondrous technique.

Zhang Fan was slammed backward by the overwhelming force, crashing hard against the energy barrier, blood trickling from his lips—he suffered serious injuries.

"Fucking hell, now you remember to apologize? Too late!" Qu Renjie sat in the guard room chair, lighting a cigarette with satisfaction, already plotting how to undermine Ling Zhengdao.

He knew he would forever become a laughingstock of the Wei family; if so, how could he possibly face anyone again?

Dilong had just passed winter into spring, but seasonal changes here were subtle; the main effect was that Dilong was now enduring a somewhat prolonged drought.

This was one of the top forces in the Martial Dao world; the Valley Master, Yin She True Person, was a supreme master whose strength stemmed from the Cultivation Technique Yin She Flame, earning him great renown.

"You… you untrustworthy bastard…" The Heavenly Mechanism Elder roared in fury, but before he could finish, the Heavenly Derivation Elder cut him off.

Fleeing directly was impossible—this place, under the control of the Wu Yi Nation, governed Pan Lake; leaving was no easy matter.

"Lu Qi, you must hold off the Demon Generals—don't let them interfere with me." Mu Ye, speeding through the air, spoke sharply.

"Yes, I'll issue the orders immediately." The elder nodded, then turned and left; Yu Qingzi sighed, picked up another chess piece, and resumed staring at the board.

"No need to worry—at least we have six months' worth of supplies." Cheng Yaojin recounted to Luo Cheng the grain and forage found in Muyang City.

The arrival of Lu Qi and the eighty thousand disciples of Penglai Shanzhuang surged through the city's streets; the unarmed residents, at last, received rescue and protection—the distinct Penglai Shanzhuang uniforms were deeply etched into their memories.

The busiest department daily was likely the Immigration Office, but now joining the Huaxia Empire was no simple matter—the thresholds alone blocked many from entry.

One didn't necessarily need to break through a major realm—just half a step would suffice; after all, Canglan Continent had produced countless geniuses barely describable as extraordinary, yet few could truly cross that half-step.

Before the Wind-Snow Leopard King could react, the figure drew near; under the moonlight, the Leopard King saw its form—white fur with black stripes, blood-red eyes, a round, slightly protruding belly, resembling a panda—a very comical "puppet."

Pastor Tack's words were impassioned, but what shocked Wu Enqi and Wei Qi even more was that, as a demon race pastor, he did not refer to the demon race as the Holy Race.

Nervously entering the tent, he saw over a dozen soldiers stripped naked and kneeling inside; looking around, all twelve battalion Captains were present, with fierce soldiers holding swords standing guard on either side.

The Tianlin Sword, wielding the power to shatter mountains and split continents, slashed down upon the purple cloud curtain; Shen Tu Chen felt an invisible blade strike his chest, slamming directly into him.

Of course, the smartphone production line assemblies had been gradually completed, and all materials had long been prepared.

The system's cold, mechanical voice echoed again in his mind; to Duan Chou, it now sounded like celestial music—he smiled faintly and nodded slightly.

Upon receiving the signal to begin battle, the death soldiers, following Ye Tian's orders, immediately targeted their assigned objectives.

The instant the two made contact, lightning and thunder erupted; the massive energy field from their clash obscured them from each other's sight—only a few could see what transpired within.