Chapter 129: I'm Going to Kidnap Your Believers!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Within the entire white space of the audience hall, apart from the churning sound of the black, filthy ocean, everything else was profoundly quiet.

Wu Wang's gaze remained fixed on the gray eyes of the Spirit Venerable of the Sea of Desire.

Even as the sea waves churned, he stood immovable.

"Interesting..."

After a moment, the Spirit Venerable of the Sea of Desire laughed.

Accompanying His smile, the movements of the Filthy Sea grew even more violent, as if cheering for this joy.

However, this should be a plot point found only in fantasy stories; it ought not to appear in this materialistic universe.

As He spoke, a powerful large hand reached out toward Jiang Chen. In the trail it swept through, Jiang Chen could clearly see the space slightly distort, and on the hand of Hao Yingdang's fourth uncle, a brass-like radiance emanated.

Of course, times have changed; since Zhu Jun lost to Yang Qi, he has trained even harder, even spending every single Jin Guang earned by his family's business, because he wants to completely wipe away his past shame at the Ancient Tree City Grand Competition and then let many people know that he is no inferior to the Four Great Geniuses of Ancient Tree City.

In an instant, a look of disappointment returned to Xia Liu's face, making him look exactly like a child plagued by worries of gain and loss.

The scepter flipped and flew, like a long rainbow descending from the sky; with a heavy thud, it planted itself in the center of the square below.

Moreover, Lin Tian's backpack contained three strange flowers—red, yellow, and blue; if all else failed, he could crush one and scatter it at them, and even if they were level 18, the effect of this strange flower would still significantly reduce their strength.

I smiled and said, "They want to shut the door to beat the ghost, but I think they are saying this for the ghost to hear." Quietly jerking my lips toward the outside of the tower, Ah Xin immediately understood that there must be others nearby.

The body of the King of Desolate Antiquity trembled; complex emotions revealed themselves in his eyes as he glanced at the Prime Minister and the Second Imperial Prince, before finally nodding.

Attempting to inject a stream of spiritual energy, he was immediately rebounded by a counter-shock; despite the strength of Xia Liu's cultivation, he was forcibly shaken back several zhang, and upon seeing this, the crowd dared not act rashly, hastily inquiring about Xia Liu's injuries.

The steamed bun's color was white yet tinged with dark black; not only Mu Chu, but even Gu Gu Qiqi could immediately see that it was filled with poison.

This would, on one hand, reduce the price paid to eliminate Li Bin, and on the other, swiftly defeating such a tenacious and difficult enemy as Li Bin in front of all his subordinates would further elevate his own prestige.

When Chen Fan had previously told Xue Changfeng about it, even he had sighed with emotion, though he did not know exactly which figure had created it; yet he did know the mystery surrounding this thing.

Ye Chunfeng was a person content with whatever circumstances she found herself in; however, when conditions allowed, she would become picky about her food.

In any case, he could only speak up once more; he began shaking his head again, his heart filled with contempt, as if to say that sometimes the situation was useless, but speaking it out indeed made people very happy.

Probably some important mission was awaiting him, a mission that could only be accomplished by virtue of his status as the Third Imperial Prince.

Bei Mingyu knitted his brows tightly, staring deathly at Lin Yi; although he was arrogant and domineering, holding no one in the world in high regard, he was no Bai Chi, and anyone who could recognize his identity and hidden secrets yet remain so calm was absolutely extraordinary.

If Gu Gu Qiqi were conscious at this moment, she would surely, for the sake of this gaze as gentle as water, leap into a ten-thousand-zhang abyss without hesitation.

In just a few minutes of being unseen, the media had already become dirty; news online came rolling in like an overwhelming tide, dragging many celebrities into the mix and causing many fans to begin panicking.

To say nothing of other matters, just looking at this match against Tottenham, Souness still arranging the aging "Black Wind Double Killers" into the starting lineup reveals exactly how old-fashioned and unprogressive this Scottish coach's tactical thinking and personnel selection really are.

As points of starlight began to appear and circulate within the light screen, a tremendous pressure suddenly descended, and the six people instantly vanished from their original spots.