Chapter 82: Small Figures Dare Not Bet Recklessly

Lin Fei's name had already spread among various gods and Buddhas, and he was naturally aware of it. The one who had spread the news was, of course, Guanyin.

Her voice rang like silver bells, exceedingly pleasant to hear; alas, it issued from a severed head. Merely hearing the sound could stir wild imaginings, but to witness it with one's own eyes would make one's hair stand on end.

The Netherworld is vast and boundless, far deeper and more profound than imagined, who knows how many slumbering heroic spirits it has buried.

Lin Fei, staying within his room, seemed to sense something; in an instant, he vanished from the chamber and appeared at the edge of a desert oasis.

What they generally cultivate is the Golden Body; if this thing is destroyed, the damage to a Buddhist Realm martial artist is immense.

As soon as he spoke these words, the others glanced at him, their faces wearing identical expressions full of hidden meaning.

On one layer of the Myriad Worlds stood a teahouse. Several people arrived there, entered a private room, and took their seats before a huge flower-root tea table.

"You... I offer fifty-five thousand gold ingots!" the young man below gritted his teeth and said with ruthless determination.

"If Liu Jianguo didn't do it, then who could have?" Zhou Kai asked curiously.

One of the Three Heroes of Lingnan widened his eyes and said, "What? A request? We Three Heroes of Lingnan have grown up without ever begging anyone. Do you not understand human speech? We told you to scram; do it now, or don't blame us Three Heroes for being rude."

"Fame, profit, beauty, and lust—these four words are hard even for a sage to escape; moreover, Your Majesty has been cultivating in purity within the Purple Cloud Palace all along, never having touched the affairs of the Primordial World. It is only natural that your Dao Heart should waver for a time!" Emperor Ziwei sighed lightly.

"This humble Daoist is a Qi Refining scholar from the Eastern Sea; though I have no good strategy to govern the flood, I know someone who possesses a plan to control the waters!" Huo Rong said to Emperor Shun.

Seeing him fall silent, Tianxuan Zi said nothing more; he simply seized those several men in black and demanded, "Where do you come from? Why did you enter here to seize secret techniques? Who instructed you? What organization stands behind you? Speak." Upon hearing this, the men in black remained utterly silent, staring at him coldly.

The Kong Army soldiers who died in battle or from plague, along with the survivors, were mostly fellow villagers and blood relatives; naturally, they had to help gather their bones and bury them so they might rest in peace.

But just as they stepped out the door, they met Su De; upon hearing they intended to visit Su Yunxue, Su De also proposed to go along.

"As for Xiao Lai, it will still take many years before he can break through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment; to attempt the Golden Core Stage will require at least fifty years. As for Dan Ming, last time I sent him to handle affairs, he returned to the sect severely injured and is now recuperating; his cultivation base remains stuck at the seventh layer of late-stage Foundation Establishment." Wan Qinglong sighed and explained.

This venue hosts the Lumiose City Conference every year, yet today it served an even more sacred purpose.

Yang Yi immediately understood the truth: the so-called mermaid turning into foam was merely a figure of speech, describing the mermaid princess's death; saying she turned into foam was just a metaphor depicting her sacrifice and devotion, as well as the disappearance of love, not that she literally transformed into foam—her corpse remained.

When Shen Qingwu met her gaze, she could clearly see the man-eating look in those eyes, as if the other woman longed to tear her apart with her bare hands; Shen Qingwu merely glanced at her once more, her own eyes calm and unruffled.

The torrential rain shrouded the entire world in a mist of water vapor, rendering everything indistinct, a blur of haziness.

Just as Ye Zi and Hua Zi prepared to approach, the Prince suddenly raised his hand: "I'm fine; you all rest a while. I truly have no strength left!" No sooner had the Prince finished speaking than he closed his eyes... sleeping truly felt wonderful.

Although Xu You had improved this technique so that the harm to an artifact refiner was nearly negligible, there was still a trace of damage after all, and thus Xu You was injured.

Finally, on the morning of the sixth day, as dawn painted the sky with rosy clouds, Yue Cangli proposed their departure.

Randolph smiled without speaking, lifted his beer to take a sip, and said, "Hill, what you say is incorrect."

"I don't care about all that anymore; figure it out yourself!" Tang Zixian said without turning back as he walked away; upon reaching the doorway, he paused to glance at Du Kang, the light in his eyes having changed, becoming exceedingly cold.

This was entirely like boiling a frog in warm water; there had been no warning beforehand, and only when her divine sense was on the verge of exhaustion did she discover this dire news, by which time it was too late to extricate herself.

The key point was that Kobe and Pierce, as partners, had never inquired about the club's affairs either, leaving everything to Zhang Feng; coincidentally, Zhang Feng himself had not managed anything.

That Cousins was immature and prone to anger was common knowledge, yet people were still greatly surprised to see him punch Zhang Feng; he had never lost his composure so severely before, his worst prior incident being a shove that pushed Carter aside while fighting for a rebound.

Although these people appeared to outnumber our side several times over, no one would believe such soldiers could accomplish anything.

But later, Ye Chen realized something was wrong: several men wielding clubs appeared ahead, shouting at him to run, to run quickly.

Han Qiu and Zhou Yuxin did not cry, nor was there anything worth crying over. Having walked together until now, they had experienced far too much and had already reached an age of white hair.

"Beasts!" the ancestral elders roared loudly, attempting to capture everyone in one net, only to discover that these young people were in no way inferior to those very elders.

Counting the deceased Reincarnators, that batch of excellent Reincarnators would need to undergo roughly six Reincarnation Worlds to make up for the deficits caused by those dead Reincarnators.

The years slipped away quietly and unnoticeably with the footsteps of time; in the blink of an eye, winter passed and spring arrived.

She wore a white T-shirt paired with black jeans, her ink-black short boots accentuating extremely long legs; having mostly inherited Ye Yuyang's height, Ye Ying was fully capable of meeting Nicolas eye to eye.

Thinking that another man now stood by her side, the instant noodles in her mouth suddenly tasted bland.

Allison was certainly familiar with CIA personnel and must have crossed paths with Eleven, but she definitely did not know the figures of the Second Bureau; therefore, the CIA would likely act from the shadows, while their Second Bureau people could move directly.

Ye Chen was momentarily stunned; Yan Qing's words always made one's heart tremble. Sure enough, he turned to look and saw only a tall and mighty young man running toward him; aside from height, which was similar to Sang Hao's, his weight was something Sang Hao could not compare to at all.