Chapter 147: I Don't Know If I Can Hold Out

Luoyang.

Inside the Nine Dragons Hall, the young Emperor Yuan Xu wore an expression of unease.

"Li Shen actually possesses such fighting prowess; in such a short time, he has already subjugated the lost territories of Binzhou!"

Such news of victory would normally allow Yuan Xu to sleep soundly, but this time was different, for the one leading the army was Li Shen.

"Your Majesty, please calm down!"

Yuan Ziyou was about to explain that Suqin Mingda and Wanqi Chounu had returned to fight over territory, and Li Shen had merely taken advantage of the situation.

Just now, he met a fortune teller on the street who said Nie Feng's forehead was dark, portending a blood disaster soon. Hearing this, Nie Feng was so angry that he took off his stinky shoes, which he hadn't washed for a week, and beat the stick-like fortune teller senseless.

After speaking, Chen Yun departed with the Demon Ox and Ye Ling, leaving only the King of Martial Arts standing dazed in the distance. Seeing Chen Yun vanish completely from sight, he dared not stay and hurriedly left.

"Keeping the God King waiting for so long." Qin Fan clasped his hands, unable to hide a trace of guilt on his face; for the White Tiger God King to wait for him here was something few would believe if told.

Li Yuting angrily slapped the steering wheel, then immediately started the car and drove toward her company, while Zhao Yifu, sitting beside her, also looked far from pleased.

However, Lu Xia miscalculated; those guards tried to close the great gate, but Imhotep thrust his long halberd, knocking them down one by one, then levered the heavy city gate open again with the halberd across the crack.

Although that servant was sobbing until he could barely catch his breath, I was certain Imhotep would be fine.

Unas also bore several wounds; blood flowed from his arms and legs. The wound on his leg was deep, with blood gushing out and running down his leg; the ground beneath his feet was already indistinguishable as Minos soldier's blood or his own.

To be honest, in Ning Qingguang's heart, Shi Qingwan still occupied an important position; as long as the latter did not appear in the form of a fox, that charm she held over him remained deadly.

The refining of the Inner World was merely the first step; having resolved the dantian, the overall direction thereafter still required Qin Fan to ponder.

Yin winds rolled, blocking out the sky and sun, covering a radius of several li; an evil aura emanated from the ten Void Spirits, merging into them and slowly invading the bodies of the soldiers.

It was as if one were deeply immersed in a certain story, believing the protagonist within was oneself, crying for him, laughing for him, rejoicing for him, grieving for him; that story gave you much and made you grow, but you must step out of the story to face real life.

This differed greatly from the cultivation method required in this Yanyi Era, which necessitated entering the Realm of Return to the Dao to condense the Seed of the Heavenly Dao; it was a rather different path.

Mr. Popo looked at Sun Wukong and nodded quickly: "Yes, just wait a moment." Saying this, Mr. Popo ran toward the kitchen.

After pondering for a while, Bing Xin still could not discern what the object, resembling half a brick, actually was.

Therefore, the kung fu in Tai Hu's eyes, understood most rudimentarily, was: methods for cultivating and applying force.

The carriage reached Hongxing County, then transferred to a bus heading to the city at the Hongxing Night Market; the road from the county to the city coincided with the morning rush hour, so there were even more people, and after a bumpy ride, they finally arrived in Xiang Yang City.

Although time was running out, unexpectedly condensing the final Foundation Source at this moment still filled Tie Zheng with some expectation; could this sudden harvest possibly trigger a miracle, granting him a sliver of a chance at life?

Regardless of whether Xu Rugu had any schemes, on the surface, exchanging Cultivation Methods indeed held only benefits and no drawbacks; by comparison, we, who obtained lower-grade Cultivation Methods, were the ones profiting more.

Vegeta spoke with a serious expression: "That is not necessarily true; I am not those three fools." Vegeta instantly transformed into a Super Saiyan.

The Jianghu is not about hot-blooded righteousness; in fact, the most straightforward description of the Jianghu is—there are no damn good people.