Chapter 121: Chapter One Hundred: [Tracking Technique] (7000 words)

The third senior brother's dojo was quite spacious, covering an area that included a standalone small building along with a rather large courtyard. However, its location was somewhat remote, situated further north than Jiulong Tong.

Yet, it was precisely for this reason that such a vast place could be secured as a dojo; otherwise, in a city like Hongcheng where land is worth its weight in gold and even a thousand-square-foot house could be called a luxury mansion, if one were in those bustling

The short sword was entirely fiery red, shimmering slightly; without a doubt, this was a weapon possessing a fire-attribute special effect!

But just a short while ago, he had told me that I was the Corpse King, and had subtly warned me that Zhou Xuanye intended to do me harm.

Zhou Xuanye said, "Huang Yaozu was harmed by it and, guided by it, transformed into a vengeful ghost; merging the two, to deliver it is to deliver Huang Yaozu." I recalled the scene where the red-haired man inhaled before the mirror, drawing that black mist into his mouth, and understood somewhat, so I asked no more.

In that instant, I felt an unbearable itching all over my body; that was bad enough, but the key was that my body could not move at all, I couldn't even scratch, and that feeling was beyond description in its agony.

Shi Kai was not one to be trifled with either; stung by her kick, his short temper flared, and regardless of the consequences, he grabbed her and rolled toward the rockery.

The opponent erupted in rage, the towering flames burning all over his body gathering in the air to form a massive fireball, which rushed straight at Gao Sen without any pause in the sky. Gao Sen could only dodge back and forth, still having no thorough solution for the moment.

Thereupon, the chaotic black sea beyond the western flow parted from within, surging seawater rolling upward to form a water mountain a thousand qing high and a hundred li wide.

Where the shockwave reached, the accumulated snow in Yinjing a hundred li away melted at a speed visible to the naked eye; in the blink of an eye, Yinjing City had become a city of water.

His face was covered with dense, cracked patterns; it was not so bad when he did not smile, but when he did, he looked ferocious and terrifying.

Last night, the position where Shangguan Xuan blocked Yangzhou's alliance meeting with Jiang Ming and others was already quite close to the vast reed marshes of the southern 'Dong'ting; Tie Xiaoyao had sailed the boat around the lake searching in vain for clues, so he simply ordered the boat rowed near the reed marshes.

"Good, very good! I will remember this incident!" Dr. Liu threw down the object in his hand and turned to leave.

It could be said that Zhu Can was a beast with a human face and a beast's heart; his actions were simply of a degree that made one's hair stand on end.

Zhang Yiming, forced by the situation, could only soften his stance toward Feng Lao Si; ten thousand divine beasts galloped through his heart, yet he dared not speak them aloud.

He intended to make a big fuss out of the matter, and if he could not prevail, he would choose to flee; anyway, the place where Li Daniu and the other three were imprisoned was extremely secret, impossible for anyone to know, so he had no worries whatsoever.

The painful period of the curse had passed; his fainting this time had inadvertently done him a favor, at least sparing him from that bone-piercing, heart-stabbing pain.

Seeing Hou Yu recklessly charge forward, Yun He laughed immediately; he had suffered a loss because of this just now, yet this fellow dared to come again, simply having no brain.

"It seems you are prepared for me to take it personally!" the blond man snorted coldly, putting away his previous smile and speaking with an unfriendly expression.

Chen Feng was knocked dizzy by the impact; he activated the Golden Bell Shield to protect himself, smashing every stone and giant tree he collided with along the way; although he was not injured, he could not maintain his posture.

But to his disappointment, this bullet seemed to have no trajectory at all; looking from the direction of the shot, there was simply nothing there.

In fact, Di Nai's plan was primarily to use explosives for the attack under the ritual; the snipers were merely a precautionary measure. What Di Nai could never have imagined, and what the fat man would never have dreamed of, was that their carefully laid killing trap had become a tomb to bury themselves.