Chapter 477: 461. Exchange of Spirit-Casting Arts

461. Exchange of Spirit-Casting Arts

"Pull yourself together, Great Shaman; many people need your support."

The two stopped in a relatively calm area of the sky. Leon had many questions he wanted to ask, but now was not the time for such talk.

On the aerial battlefield all around, there were many warships that felt familiar to him, as well as figures he had either fought alongside once or only met in passing.

The Sky Knights, as guild members, clashed with strange-looking enemies wielding the light of Star Souls, some

Yu Hai, what is he here for? Situ Xuejiao frowned upon hearing this. It had to be said that Yu Hai and the Hong Sect had always kept to their own sides; one was a pugilistic sect, the other a police chief. Although they had some minor dealings in daily life, they had never had any real association. In such a sensitive period, what could he be here for?

Li Ruhai stopped speaking and looked out the window—things were progressing smoothly on Qianxue Meinai's side, and it seemed Chace Qiye could also be of some help here. Not bad, not bad; the day for the hidden dragon to enter the sea and the tiger to roar in the deep mountains was not far off.

Every punch Ling Tian threw resulted in the fall of a Ning family powerhouse. Facing Ling Tian, whose strength had broken through, those Ning family powerhouses had no power to resist at all; they were completely crushed, each one killed instantly by a single punch.

Just as he was wholeheartedly guiding his spiritual power, an unexpected change occurred in his sea of consciousness—his consciousness entered his Golden Core, and the incomplete consciousness of Aihara Hideaka, no longer suppressed, suddenly reared its head.

Only by possessing a sufficiently powerful demonic art could she go to the Interstellar Array of the Ancient Martial World and head to the Yanwu God Realm.

As for Ling Tian, he hadn't even moved an inch, remaining completely unscathed under Yi Shengxue's sword strike.

Thinking this, he looked back at Qianxue Meinai, only to see that she had finished eating and was just sitting there quietly waiting. Li Ruhai did not want to discuss Qianxue Meinai with Suzuki Yuki; that guy had too big a mouth.

"Nonsense! If it were pitch black during the day, wouldn't that scare people to death?" Wang Ruxue glared at him, a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashing in her eyes.

The recommendation votes for "Saint Petersburg," which ranked first, had only increased by a little over four thousand during this period. This was only because Kousuke Takadaira had brought in massive popularity; otherwise, it was estimated that they wouldn't even have received one-tenth of Kousuke Takadaira's recommendation votes.

"Eleven, what do you think? Is it a corpse coming back to life?" Yan Liuwu asked only after dismissing all irrelevant people.

Su Yiwan sat on his lap, feeling the atmosphere was very ambiguous, the man's scorching breath spraying onto the top of her head.

Tears of happiness filled Xiao Jian's eyes, his longing for Huang Yijuan growing even heavier. It was as if he had returned to the time when Huang Yijuan was hospitalized; Xiao Jian would wait on her, and Huang Yijuan would still have to take pictures—those embarrassing photos of Xiao Jian—forcing him to beg her to publish them.

It was just that she looked much more mature than when she left; judging by her appearance, she should be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

Just in case, Xiao Jian quietly came under the corridor eaves, hiding behind a pillar to secretly listen to the conversation inside.

Yuting's two questions instantly cleared Chen Yi's mind, which had been devoid of ideas.

Naturally, they only focused on developing the army and paid attention only to the construction and defense of inland cities. The coastal cities were all in a state of "my front door is always open." If this could be utilized well, achieving twice the result with half the effort would only be the most basic of outcomes.

The Third Imperial Prince seemed to understand, giggling happily and even stretching his finger toward his mouth.

On the second day after returning to the palace, Shen Tingnian returned from paying her respects and had Sui Yan fetch the paintings she had done at Nantai, preparing to categorize and inscribe them to be kept as scrolls.

It reddened half the sky. With Xiao Jian's current internal energy and cultivation, the lethality of his Thousand Dragon strike was no less than the power of the Princess's Blood-Dancing Heavenly Dragon Break.

When Ye Xi saw the refined and elegant man before him, although the face was not his, the temperament—bright and warm—was exactly him. Aside from him, he could think of no one else.

Young Li Dazhu was the eldest son of the family and also the future heir. Therefore, cultivation was something he had to do, and he had to do it well.