Chapter 653: Jade Pearl

Seeing Yu Zaiheng again, the White Dragon King was stunned.

"Didn't you leave Xishu? How have you returned?"

He was the "River God" of Heilonghe, and even though he had recently been studying the two scrolls of the Dragon Transformation Scripture Yu Zaiheng had gifted him, he never neglected his daily river patrols.

So he was certain there was not a single trace of Yu Zaiheng within the Heilonghe waters under Yingxiang Prefecture.

"I returned from the Heavenly River. Alas, no wonder it's an ancient dragon technique—round trip—"

Originally, Xisuo had extended his hand not to seize Duo Qiaolei, but to stick "The Flexible Love" onto Duo Qiaolei's body.

But Song Qingge did not wish to sprint through the rain, for appearance still mattered somewhat, so she turned back and reentered the cafeteria.

Yun Qianfan smiled faintly; he had only informed his brothers in Zhang Kui's Third Squad about his wedding.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care—after all, the guardian had truly offended him, but he had eliminated his greatest threat and, in a moment of joy, simply let him go.

He Liyang finally realized, turned his head, and met Su Xiaoya's gaze; his face instantly flushed crimson.

Now she had everything—her husband had returned, and their days could only get better, with no sign of decline.

They say pregnancy makes one foolish for three years, but Chen Shu had always been wise and perceptive, instantly noticing key details others overlooked.

"I made a duel pact with Xisuo; the next time we meet will be a fight to the death." Lu Man spoke half-truthfully.

He did not say more after that. But clearly, he had no intention of offering up a pill capable of reviving the dead and regrowing flesh and bone.

But who knew if Naniya was truly in deep slumber? What if Naniya still had hidden tricks? Or perhaps the Demon King's residual soul had never seriously wounded Naniya at all—maybe he said that just to save face, since he had fled.

As if the world had reversed at that moment—the blue sky became earth, the earth became blue sky; their bodies remained motionless, yet the disorienting sensation of heaven and earth flipping sent every cultivator pale, their minds instantly dizzy.

Looking at the Heavenly Dao Wheel crashing down upon him, Xue Wuya's eyes flickered with alarm; a flash of light surged over his body, revealing a crimson battle armor on his skin.

Until now, was his fate still controlled? Were so many others' fates still bound by that original arrangement?

Xu Lie, though arrogant and tyrannical, was no fool; Jiang Li was wearing his usual brown long robe, indistinguishable from an ordinary servant, and since he had just suffered a major defeat, Xu Lie stormed forward and slapped him hard across the face.

The subtle wording made Sela feel it was impossible to refuse; after recalling the earlier events, though her mood remained low, a spark of vitality returned to her eyes, and she could now answer the Archbishop's questions with some spirit.

This was no insincere statement—in the eyes of most Red Robes, all benevolent deities were meddlesome nuisances.

Who could have imagined that in less than four years, he had become a Second-Rank Imperial Martialist? Such dominance was truly unbelievable.

She wiped her tears and cried out, her voice hoarse, bordering on voiceless.

So although this dark beam was unknown, it certainly wasn't meant to kill him.

Heavenly energy surged in, cleansing his body with violent Heavenly Metal energy; Wang Chen's body underwent another wild transformation.

"Look at this battle map seized from the German forces…" Froshilov pointed to the map on the table and smiled wryly at his staff.

"Wicked disciple, how audacious you are! To defy the Heavenly Emperor merits eternal damnation—come here and kowtow to beg forgiveness!" Ban Si barked.

Among them, Jian Xiake had also been channeling his spiritual energy into the barrier, but his focus had been primarily on the possessed Juanliandajiang within the barrier.

Externally, the True Demon Clan bore little difference from ordinary demons; however, they adapted better to the harsh conditions of the Demon Realm and more easily controlled and absorbed its destructive forces.

But Tianzong Xianren and Bai Wudi had not shown up at all today—they seemed restless. In contrast, Zhao Hongyan, the Grand Master of Wanma Manor, sat there quietly, watching with great interest; even when Yun City arrived, Zhao Hongyan failed to notice.

"Let's go, husband is calling us—let's go see." Linglong smiled, and in the blink of an eye, she and Wei Yang appeared before Wang Hao.

In a certain sense, the Dragon Pattern Carp was a condensed mass of essence and qi, naturally impossible to grasp by ordinary means.

The ferocious hound moments ago was now docile and obedient, even a bit silly and doglike—impossible to connect with its former self.

"Tut! Tut! Tut!" Adrian unhesitatingly sprayed a burst of bullets at the Belgian soldier, ending his life.

"Young Master Lian, I didn't expect to meet you here. Do you know who said these two lines?" Teng Sihai stood leisurely, his hands behind his back, the corpses of Cheng Laoda and Mao Laoqi lying beside him.

He nodded firmly, then picked up the dragon scale, closed his eyes, and drove the knife hard into his thigh.

Climbing over this bamboo pole wasn't easy; Han Xing had to slowly grip it, like a bucket on a pulley, inching slowly toward the ditch. It was only thanks to his youth and his previous body's slender frame—if he'd been a fat man, he'd never have made it.

Zhao Diangui disguised himself again and scouted the Wugong Team's movements everywhere; his efforts were rewarded—he finally uncovered Han Xing's Wugong Team's patterns. Then Luo Zhaorong struck ruthlessly, forcing Han Xing's Wugong Team into constant flight, with nowhere left to rest.