Chapter 110: I Wanted to Stay Low-Key, But My Strength Doesn

【Accept Invitation】

【Do Not Create Meeting Room Temporarily】

Wu Wang made his decision with virtually no hesitation.

He had actually noticed a new option—【Meeting Room】—appear on his information panel when he reached Level Ten.

But from then until now, he had been constantly with Zhu Ge Yue.

He never had time to investigate what it was.

Now that the other party had the leisure to show him around,

this

Even though Benzhou Island is long and narrow, circling the entire island wouldn’t take much effort.

He had tried using his spiritual sense to examine the lake’s depths, but of course it failed—the lake could block spiritual sense detection.

What Ming Jingfan didn’t know was that Mo Yun truly liked Yao Chudie, but he had other plans as well.

“Si Tu Yufan is too monstrous—what is that black energy? So terrifying, a single strand of it can fight against Song Du Jin,” Fire Ghost exclaimed.

But at this moment, they still misunderstood one thing—that assassin just now.

“Yunxiao Peak!” Yao Chudie murmured the three characters; the three characters “Lingxiao Peak” glowed deep red, occasionally flashing blinding spiritual light.

Crack—a sharp, clear sound. Under Shi Luo’s punch, An Daoquan’s arrogant expression froze instantly, replaced by sheer terror, for he suddenly realized his spiritual power had been instantly blocked by Shi Luo’s punch.

Shi Luo sighed helplessly; this black dragon only learned regret after suffering losses. Fine, let him learn his lesson later.

“Wu Yan, this is a spiritual beast I just acquired—perfect timing for you! Throughout all of Huaxia, only you are worthy of this White Feather Golden-Eyed Beast!” Xuan Ji Zi now adored Su Wu Yan, longing to give him the finest things in the world just to see him smile at him often.

“Shaolin Temple is recruiting talents of all kinds—excellent benefits offered. Apply immediately,” Kuang Yun shouted.

Only now did Xia Yuqing realize she had forgotten to ask why Ling Hao had clashed with Yan Qing.

“Then go ahead—I cannot leave this place,” the Forest King stepped aside, revealing the elevator door behind him.

At the same time, he felt the Five Directions Dao Ancestors probably only meant those words in passing, not truly intending to seek out An Zhi Mo Zun and Jiu Nan Fo Zun.

After a terrifying collision, a brief stillness descended upon heaven and earth, and the outcome became clear.

Lin Ai raised an eyebrow, then turned back to Ailin with confusion—was this the story you wanted to tell me? What’s the point?

Unexpectedly, at that moment, the person beneath him, utterly drunk and unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes. Close at hand, Jian He’s eyes widened in shock—he scrambled to rise, but his waist was instantly encircled, the back of his head pinned down, and his lips pried open by a wet, warm tongue.

Jian He missed her target, stood there awhile in the northwest wind, then slapped her forehead—suddenly remembering: wasn’t there a whole pile of system-rewarded ingredients in her kitchen, uneaten and gathering dust?

As soon as 2B vanished into the woods, Thor, Loki, and Mary rushed over. They had wanted to approach Lin Ai when they saw her, but Lin Ai had silenced them with a glance—now they could only ask Pascal.

They waited year after year, waiting until death, even inventing the excuse that one day in heaven equals one year on earth.

“Die!” Wang Bin suddenly roared with all his strength; his hands instantly erupted with ferocious lightning, engulfing everything before him. The sky above Lan Family suddenly darkened with storm clouds, and in this world on the brink of night, Wang Bin made his most resolute decision.

The number sent every warrior inside the tower into another frenzy, all shouting in unison that Hu Sheng Men’s lineage was profoundly deep—Hu Young Master listened, thoroughly enjoying every word.