Chapter 727: The Infamous Feiyu Immortal

Upon hearing Longyang Daojun ask everyone for ways to deal with the "Feiyu Immortal," Yuwen Bo, Xue Ling Shangren, and other immortal masters, who had previously been confident, all wore expressions of distress.

"We don't know much about the Feiyu Immortal. We've never heard of her before, and now we're unclear about her origins or her abilities," Yuwen Bo admitted.

"It's been several days already— even I've heard of the 'Feiyu Immortal.' Haven't any of you investigated her carefully?" Xiao Yu's expression showed deep concern.

Seeing this, the three purple-gold giant ants grew anxious and quickly chirped orders, trying to summon the strange giant ants back to the Bone Mountain.

Precisely because he had come to know these two passionate, loyal men, Lingyun finally understood what true chivalry meant.

Upon hearing Lingyun immediately agree, Uncle She once again regarded Lingyun with renewed respect. Meanwhile, Ben Beckman's eyes filled with suspicion.

However, before Baixiaotian and the Grand Elder reached the villagers' dwelling area, they heard wails and cries of anguish.

Li Chenghuan had intended to tell him directly, but then he thought: Jiang Brother hasn't yet agreed to become an honorary chief of Xiaoyi Mansion—why not use this chance to provoke him?

Xuanji was startled, abandoning his attempt to press the "Xuanji Point" on Ye Feng, and swiftly dodged aside. A few sharp hisses rang out—he escaped unharmed, but the hem of his monk's robe was slashed open in several places; had he been even slightly slower, the piercing sword qi would have struck him down.

Yan Mumu finally relaxed enough to sit down, gripping Zhang Hao's seat cushion tightly; since getting in the car, her feet had remained frozen in place, motionless.

Xiao Yuanshan, furious, launched another palm strike at Ye Feng. This palm carried even greater power, and Ye Feng felt even heavier pressure.

Unfortunately, Shen Yi paid no heed; his lips curled in a smile, but his gaze toward Tang Li glinted with icy malice.

"It's fine," Chu Yixin said with a bright smile, her fair cheeks flushed slightly with excitement—clearly delighted at the prospect of deeper conversation with Xu Zuoyan.

"He's not home—I'm his sister," Bu Qi said eagerly, answering the phone; she quickly introduced herself to the caller.

At that moment, the divine sword of the master of the Ethereal Heavenly Palace hung suspended in midair—neither metal nor wood, entirely pale white, as if carved from bone.

Seeing that the push had no effect, the one-eyed man ceased exerting force and instead drew his great sword and slashed downward! In just a few strokes, the door split open, revealing the interior clearly.

What was Liu Bei relying on? What leverage did he possess to confidently force me to retreat?

As the final chant ended, hundreds of pure white lights blazed simultaneously in the sky, their blinding radiance obscuring the six figures. Hundreds of white orbs hung at varying heights like countless high-wattage incandescent bulbs.

The white-faced monkey cleanly took the portrait, gazed at it, and drew another deep breath.

"What the hell," the middle-aged leader muttered, stunned upon seeing the two handguns in Zhou Rui's hands.

"How much does he want for his services?" The shadow chuckled: "A simple task—he only asks for… thirty high-grade holy stones." Luo Qian sighed: Truly a big shot—even a minor favor demands thirty high-grade holy stones.

Emperor Claudius was nearly seventy, yet looked no older than fifty—partly due to his cultivation of battle qi slowing his aging, and partly due to excellent self-care.

On the crystal, clear contours gradually smoothed into rounded shapes: first a pair of bright, pure eyes, their innocent gaze like an autumn pool, as if alive.

"Let's find a supermarket and buy some food—I haven't eaten dinner yet, I need to eat something!" I whispered.

Zhou Rui wept as she clutched Yu Haoyang tighter, tears streaming down her face like falling petals in the rain.