Chapter 605

"What?"

"She's sick?"

Jiang Nian stood outside the third-grade corridor, making a phone call, slightly bewildered—what was Xu Qianqian up to so early in the morning?

She was fine just two days ago; how could she suddenly fall ill?

Could she be cheating?

Hmm...

The classroom was nearly empty; golden sunlight streamed through the windows, and a thin mist drifted through the school.

Outside the corridor, it was bitterly cold, the temperature strangely low.

Before Li Jiao Sect arrived at Demon Saint Mountain, the mountain was ruled by these three, known to the outside world as the "Three Demonic Saints," all powerful Saint Dao Realm experts; with the addition of Li Jiao Sect, a Saint Three Corpses Realm master, they were among the most formidable in the entire Wu Tian Star Region.

From the time he met Yuan Guanshou during the great fire at the Zhang household in Luoyang in Shen Gui Year Two, to this year's Han Ling War, twenty years had passed, and Gao Huan had always been overshadowed by Yuan Guanshou.

The Chief of Staff sighed, "Mr. Gao is a man who creates miracles. Wherever he goes, he accomplishes astonishing feats no one could imagine."

With the full power of a Destiny Realm peak unleashed, Lei Ting's spear erupted with an overwhelmingly dominant lightning surge, slicing through the sky and leaving a long, jagged lightning scar.

Even if they argued further, in the end Lin Yuan would ultimately follow his own will—so Linghu Wei straightened his back with confidence; with his connection to Chang'an, Lin Yuan's choice of the Void Palace was highly likely.

"I've searched for this melody for a long time; today, I finally found it," Mu Zixun smiled with relief.

As an old fox, Lin Zhenghe's instincts immediately flared; he watched Mo Chou without expression, waiting to see what scheme he was hatching now.

If this move was meant to be saved for the final peak confrontation, why did Lin Yuan unleash it now?

Hearing the opponent curse him, he recalled how he'd been treated by the other and how he was treated here by Mac, and our Scorpion-Tailed Lion leader adopted a look of grim determination.

Vast torrents of lightning, like an ocean of silver, rolled forward and instantly drowned Lin Yuan and his four companions, erasing them from sight.

Yan Dulong and Xiang Dagè traded banter back and forth, launching into a long-winded tale, leaving the teenager completely ignored.

Judging by the situation, Leng Bingbing clearly knew that her master, Murong Zhantian, was being hunted by Dan Daozi and the red-robed man.

Had it not been for the pressures of survival, Ling Donghua's strength might not have been inferior to Li Fangcheng's; but survival forced him to prioritize living over dreams.

For a moment, several prodigies' gazes unconsciously swept toward Ling Hao, who had remained silent all along.

But he was extremely cautious—he still kept his distance, striking from afar, as if sensing some danger.

"So you won't even tell me or Haiqi?" Ryder saw Lin Ai shake her head and spoke with piercing eyes.

"You can't eat me. The Ruyan Prince's Mansion has over a hundred Dao cultivators; if you eat me, they won't let you go," Lin Tong was explaining the mansion's strength.

The Menesians, the Dragon Clan, the winged race of Taibols, the Merfolk, the Formless Beings, the Mechanical Divine Clan, even the Taltan Starfolk, all reveled in the peaceful festive atmosphere, singing and dancing wildly. Ehehtaton City, this majestic central royal capital, had become a sea of joy and jubilation.

The man hanging there was none other than Han Zhang, who should have been with him—but it seemed Han Zhang had been captured by her.

Ye Tian racked his brain but could find no answer; he gave up thinking and focused instead on absorbing the Xuan-grade Yin-cold energy as quickly as possible.

The moment Tang San grasped the belt, he sensed its unusual nature—the belt seemed to channel countless faint energy flows, using the belt itself as a bridge and the jade as a reservoir.

To be honest, if Old Yang Nine got hurt, I really wouldn't know what to do next. Raindrops fell on me, eliciting no reaction at all; my mind held only one thought: kill the corpse ahead.