Chapter 761: The Bizarre Behavior of Jiang Taigong

If the Mountain-Pulling King were still alive and split in two by a sword, he would surely be dead.

Now he is merely a wraith, and Xiao Yu's sword qi primarily deals physical damage, aimed at shattering spirit jade rather than extinguishing his soul.

After the sword qi split his wraith into two halves, he dissolved into a swirl of black smoke, writhed briefly, then reformed into a complete living ghost.

Of course, his origin was damaged; his face was paler than before, and his aura even weaker.

"You want divine power? The King will give it to you."

Ye Jinquan had just returned from a meeting and was genuinely surprised to see Lin Feng, yet more than surprise, he felt joy.

"Lin Feng, why did you suddenly have such a thought?" Zhu Ge Cangyue asked, unwilling to let it go.

Especially passersby, mostly came in pairs, holding hands or displaying intimate gestures.

"Hmph, such arrogant words," said Zixia Xianzi with a cold snort, unable to hold back and ready to step onto the stage.

Ling Su furrowed her brows; even if Lin Fei unleashed all seventy-two supreme techniques of Shaolin, she doubted he'd find it difficult—but now he intended to fight him with only one ordinary straight punch?

He was right—the one arriving was indeed Pangu, but this Pangu was not the same as before; the most obvious difference was his cultivation level.

"Then, was he ever killed?" Yueye suddenly brightened her eyes, gazing at Gongye Haomiao with eager anticipation. If you saw a green-eyed one in Penglai Mountain, you'd surely be beaten to death.

Feng Wusheng leapt high like a hunting eagle, layers of aura shadows stacking upon his chest, threads of true power flickering like lightning, coalescing into a celestial pillar in his palm.

Luo Chen was startled upon hearing Gu Su Ling say the spiritual beast possessed peak Divine Realm power, and asked in confusion.

"Bao Pi, can't you just sit still for once? You're pacing back and forth and making me dizzy," said Gu Mengling, sitting on a stone bench and watching Bao Pi wander.

The others watching weren't amateurs either! After a period of focused leveling, had the Hero Association really grown to this level?

We expected a fierce battle, with the enemy leaving the gym in ruins, but it ended in an extremely short time.

Yet before he even knew of his own space, he had already been helping her; even after "knowing," he showed not the slightest desire to claim it for himself.

The dim light made it hard to see; after studying carefully, Qing Yue discerned it was a broken bone, roughly the size of a human hand bone. The sound came from a dry branch.

The Pokédex activated its unique Pokémon identification function, a boon as sweet as nectar to A Zhi.

With that, there was no need to fear the Pteranodon using its speed advantage for guerrilla tactics; the Barraskewda's advantage—type advantage—could now be fully utilized.

"I have a Butterfree here—do you like it?" She released the Butterfree from its Poké Ball; the Butterfree, raised on A Zhi's homemade nutritious meals, was exceptional in every way—from its wings to its brilliant ruby-like eyes.

The meal was enjoyed by all, filled with warmth and merriment; the several bureau chiefs were skilled talkers at the banquet table, taking turns to toast and speak, making the atmosphere especially lively.

In the 61st minute, Ferguson substituted player No. 14 Smith for player No. 21 Wang Fangzhuo, whose stamina had faltered. The Guangzhou fans cheered warmly, offering encouragement to this Chinese player who had competed in Europe's elite clubs.

"How could servants like us possibly understand the master's thoughts?" Bai Xiang sighed, shook her head, and hurried ahead to attend to her duties.

Chen Ao thought of this, a cold sneer crossed his face; he further reasoned that if this man uttered one more disrespectful word, Zhao Ling would surely fly into a rage. Who could tolerate such an insult to their mother?

The Wangyue Tower people came and went like the wind, disturbing no one. Peng Shugen and the laborers remained oblivious, still drinking and celebrating by the bonfire and in their huts, as if the dozen or so from Wangyue Tower had never appeared.