Chapter 542: Slaying the Dragon

Xiao Yu was positioned at the front of the formation, equivalent to the forehead of the "Black Fish Dragon."

Behind and beneath her were demon soldiers; the slightly lower-positioned Fatty Sun, located at the rear, formed the "Black Fish Dragon's" mouth.

His pair of crab claws were sharp and powerful, capable of serving as the "Black Fish Dragon's" teeth.

Now the "Black Fish Dragon's" chin was wrapped in supple water shields, equivalent to Fatty Sun hiding behind the "Water Elemental Shield."

"Pressure..."

Xiao

Her gaze settled on the dark shadow not far away; Yun Rou coldly curled her lips, her fingertips at her side twitching slightly.

Since they had driven back, Su Qiao and Nuan Nuan had drawn attention the moment they entered the village. Although Qianwan Village wasn't short of cars, Su Qiao's family vehicle was exceptionally rugged and imposing—so seeing it meant Nuan Nuan and the others had returned.

Gu Panzi was heartless beyond belief; after all, Huang Shang had lived with him for so many years—truly without conscience.

Though Cui Guanchuan's spiritual energy was spent, his strength exhausted, and his condition frail, appearing as if he had reached the brink of despair, as a Qi Refining ninth-layer cultivator, he would inevitably still possess a few tricks left to save himself.

Mu Nian was just about to try a third time when the thought crossed his mind that the elevator might be broken—then the elevator doors suddenly opened.

When Jiang Wan had spoken those words in her surprise, she had considered they were in a military family compound and dared not raise her voice, even deliberately lowering it.

Could it be that my secret scheme of diverting blame had been discovered by the very victim?

His true form was a great rhinoceros, so even in human shape, two horns still grew on his forehead.

The moment those four characters were spoken, some elders' expressions cracked. Those unaware quietly asked, only to learn the phrase meant "sanitary napkin."

Zi Xia, I'm leaving. Don't ask where I went, or how I am, because you don't want to know.

Though it seemed like a waste of so much time with nothing accomplished, at least his physical condition had improved greatly, and correspondingly, his strength could rise.

To be honest, if Chen Zihao and Zhang Yiheng hadn't been so steady, they would have died countless times already.

When the fat, round shopkeeper gave me back forty fen, her gaze toward me held a curious edge; my heart suddenly panicked—I snatched up the coins, slung my bag over my shoulder, and hurried back.

The matter was now settled; as for their destruction of the Hou Tu Hall and the killing of its hall master Feng Yiya, the aftermath was "entrusted" to the Immortal Holy Flame—none of his concern.

The mirror suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed Jing Rong's finger; I nearly screamed, but thinking I must maintain my composure, I tensely opened my mouth to ask—only for Jing Rong to tug my hand, stopping me from questioning him.

Lüxiu and Hongfei had already planned: under any circumstance, one of them must always remain by Ming Yue's side. Thus, Qing Ning's arrival to summon Hongfei to the flower pavilion seemed highly suspicious.

Don't be fooled by how easily the rat picks up the head—he could be killed with a single misstep, even a momentary lapse of two seconds, just like the purple team's ADC, who impulsively chased after Blitzcrank and Shy to land a kill, only to have the rat's healing ability save the support.

As Xu Zifeng had predicted, the enemy had no intention of retreating after destroying the outer turret—they continued grouping to push the second turret.

Chu Yun lowered her dim eyes, smoothed out her loose, outdated clothes from four years ago, and stepped one by one into the deep courtyard.

Ling Luoji also endured darkness, once groping through it—but she could walk out of it by her own strength, untouched by any negativity, simply because she possessed a resolute heart.

"Madam, can you bear to let go?" Shen Yi said smugly. Then he signaled the driver to bring the car over; only then did I recognize it was Chang Yuan.

The twelve primary meridians would soon be fully opened; with Qi Refining thirteenth-layer—or even full Qi Refining—cultivation, he could join the Foundation Establishment trials, and the sect would have no reason to send him to Jingyuan Valley.

Due to the mall or other reasons, the Four Symbols Fist had no further progression, no upgrade or inheritance options.

Wang Qing instantly snapped awake; his cultivation robe and talismans flared one after another; thirteen Nascent Souls detached silently from his wrists and slipped into the void above, below, and all around, while the Qiankun Sword descended soundlessly into his palm.

Geng Cun was also a False Golden Core cultivator; such a powerful opponent was hard to defeat for them—but Jun Mo Xiao had won, crushing and killing Geng Cun outright.

Bai Chi heard the sound and stepped out of the bathroom in his ceremonial robe, still wet-haired, the white undergarment soaked through in many places; Yu Nuonuo could faintly make out his abdominal muscles and solid arms.

Gong Qilian silently resolved himself, then coldly glared at Jun Mo Xiao and walked away directly toward the Liuyun Arena.

Ye Hua followed her mechanically, his steps stiff and straight, entirely obedient to A Liang's commands.

Since receiving the message from Yue Niao, she had periodically organized ambushes, with gains and losses, but overall still held the upper hand.

This was to distinguish it from the other courtyards; on Wudang Mountain, there were six such courtyards: besides Shanyin Courtyard, there were Xingdao Courtyard, Tianyi Courtyard, Diping Courtyard, Jingqing Courtyard, and Feiyun Courtyard.

Yang Lefan didn't understand why she was so stubborn. Though I am dashing, handsome, devastatingly attractive, peerless, there are still many men nearly as good as me—why must you hang yourself on this one tree?

Thinking of this, Huan Luo no longer hesitated. Using her excellent jumping power, she leapt into the air and slashed through the air with a sword aimed at the direction where someone was imprisoned.

Shi Yifeng murmured; though he appeared coarse, his mind was sharp—he knew Jiang Yi's nature: if Feng Ziyu and the others hadn't provoked him, Jiang Yi wouldn't have struck.

On that battlefield, countless blade rays and flying swords crashed violently, exploding like thunderbolts—popping, crackling, canceling each other out.