Chapter 565: The Black Jiao Demon King

Li Xianzhi's third piece of news, Xiao Yu had already learned from the White Dragon King: an ancient water palace would manifest near Yingxiang Prefecture, choosing a "fated one" to inherit the Dragon Palace's legacy.

The news spread, and Li Jingyu, Prince of Qinghe Commandery, was already dead.

Many martial artists and supernatural beings were stirred, all wanting to become the "fated one."

This affected Xishu and the Li family the most.

Yet regarding the water palace, Li Xianzhi seemed unwilling to elaborate, saying just one sentence before falling silent.

"Fight or not?" The Endtime Bow Zhe gave the opponent no chance to reply; seeing him stammer and show no reaction, he waved his hand, and the Tian Di Hui players surged forward, pushing him out of the safe zone.

Even at this price, it remained scarce—not even money could buy the car, and the Santana gradually became a symbol of status, especially when driven into rural towns, where it signified a high-ranking official.

While limestone was available, the nearby Bayi Commune also had limestone, and it was easier to mine and transport.

"What didn't happen? It clearly did happen—how can you pretend it never occurred?" Chen Xiuzhu felt sweet inside; though tear tracks still marked her face, a smile had returned, and she pouted at Feng Yifeng's words.

The warmest moment was Moguoyu on a leisurely afternoon, lounging on the "Do Not Tread" lawn, basking in the sun while displaying affection in front of others' homes. Yet no one lived in the villa behind, so there was no need to care if anyone pointed and whispered behind their backs.

The 24th was Christmas Eve, the 25th Christmas Day; thirty years later, a big promotion could be staged, but now the Chinese had no concept of Christmas—New Year's Day remained the solid traditional holiday. So this issue didn't matter; Sunday was a better date.

The bowstring's groan was faint but sent shivers down the spine, yet the volley of arrows was blocked by the front-line "meat shields"; the two rows of archers, faces cold and stern, lowered their bows and stepped aside to form two lines, clearing the path forward.

Chen Yufan's demonic flame ball struck the Duobao Fish directly, yet as Niukeding fled the next instant, Chen Yufan realized—just as Karai had said—the Duobao Fish showed not the slightest sensation.

But what ultimately struck Lei as most practical was the State Minister's announcement of an additional ten million gold coins as a reward to Lei—this was specifically arranged by Shagulu, recognizing Lei as a noble of common origin with no family wealth; Wei's family, meanwhile, received two million gold coins as compensation.

Fang Hao froze at this, thinking—if she spoke this way, it seemed the Four Alliances were evil, and the Holy Lord Church was righteous?

"How to put it? The fight hadn't ended—Kaido just walked off himself at the end, so despicable—he couldn't even fight properly, and when he was about to lose, he just left, ruining my chance to become the man who killed the immortal monster," Huo Yuanli said, his voice growing vicious.

Although Gao Bo made substitutions, the players' performance on the field was unsatisfactory.

"Any suspects?" Ye Chen still had full confidence in the intelligence capabilities of that region; for the tougher struggles ahead, he had no objection to copying someone else's homework.

"Let's go. I thought it was a big fish, turns out it's just a shrimp—boring." Wang Xu shook his head and signaled Lao Cao, Fatty, and the others to leave.

Su Shitong told him it was because the sword had pierced his body, severing and damaging his meridians; even if his body fully recovered, his cultivation could never return to its former level, and future cultivation would be severely hindered.

"No need. Seven Warlords Under the King, Crocodile Krocodile." With that, Huo Yuanli walked away.

Duanmu Yan and An Zhen married; Qin Lingshuang cast a spell on her, causing her and Zhao Lansheng to fall into an illusionary space, after which she deduced that Yan Qing was her biological mother.

After a moment's silence, Ren Yi'an straightened his scattered thoughts and asked: no matter what, he must first understand the young man's intentions—if others insisted on leaving, he couldn't force them to stay.

Since the match had just begun, many viewers in front of their TVs still hadn't grasped what had just happened, but fortunately, TV replay technology allowed them to see how the play unfolded.

Just as the Bamboo Moon Immortaless was about to strike the White Yama King, Tang Hao lightly flicked his right index finger; the Bamboo Moon Immortaless suddenly suffered a heavy blow, staggering back several steps, her palm instantly numbing.

Such an object appearing in this room was utterly illogical; Jiang He pulled gloves from his pocket, slipped them on, then gently lifted the funnel.

Since Guan Deng found this webpage, the crime consultant had been guiding his followers step by step to carry out actions that seemed simple but were in fact troublesome. People detest not a mountain crushing them, but endless trivialities. In an instant, Jiang He's mind flashed a word: selection.

After a moment, the young master of the Sunset Sect slowly rose, gritting his teeth as he spat out.

"Housing prices will definitely rise. I suspect, before long, these bosses will move out, replaced by true cultivators," Zhuang Jian said.

In fact, Jiangdong had only just changed his mind; the reason, of course, was Li Yangwei's recent revelation of his identity—though he'd only mentioned "Li Clan," Jiang Dong believed he must have some background.

Dozens of flying swords whistled toward them; the air rang with clinking sounds, white light scattered wildly, yet the spear continued its unstoppable thrust toward the cabin.