Chapter 129: I

Huh huh huh——

Within the entire white audience space, everything was utterly silent except for the churning sound of the black, turbid ocean.

Wu Wang's gaze never left the gray eyes of the 【Desire Sea Spirit Lord】.

Even as the waves churned, he remained utterly unmoved.

"Fascinating…"

After a moment, the 【Desire Sea Spirit Lord】 smiled.

With His smile, the turbid sea grew even more violent, as if cheering for this joy.

But this should be a trope only found in fantasy stories, not in this material universe.

As he reached out with a powerful hand toward Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen clearly saw the space slightly warped by the passing motion; on Hao Ying's fourth uncle's hand, a bronze-like glow radiated.

Of course, times had changed; since his defeat by Yang Qi, Zhu Jun trained even harder, spending all the money his family earned from commerce on 【Jin Guang】, determined to utterly redeem himself at the Ancient Tree City Competition and prove to everyone he was no less than the city's Four Great Geniuses.

In an instant, Xia Liu's face once again showed disappointment, like a child torn between hope and fear.

The scepter spun through the air like a rainbow, descending from the heavens, and with a heavy crash, plunged into 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 throw it at them, and even at Level 18, the flower's effect would significantly weaken their strength.

I smiled and said, "They want to shut the door and beat the ghost, but I think they're just talking to the ghost." I subtly nodded toward the tower's exterior; A Xin immediately understood someone must be nearby.

The 【Ancient King】 shuddered, his eyes filled with complex emotion; he glanced at the Chancellor and the Second Imperial Prince, then finally nodded.

When he tried to channel a burst of spiritual power, it was instantly repelled; despite Xia Liu's formidable cultivation, he was blasted back several zhang. Seeing this, no one dared move, and they hurriedly asked after Xia Liu's condition.

The steamed bun was pale but streaked with dark hues; not only Mu Chu, but even Qi Qi could instantly see the toxins hidden within.

This would reduce the cost of eliminating Li Bin, and secondly, swiftly defeating such a formidable opponent as Li Bin before his subordinates would further elevate his prestige.

When Chen Fan had told Xue Changfeng earlier, even he had been deeply impressed, but he didn't know who had created it—only that its mystery was undeniable.

Ye Chunfeng was a person who went with the flow, but when conditions allowed, she became picky.

In any case, he could only open his mouth again; he shook his head once more, filled with contempt, as if saying: sometimes circumstances are useless, but voicing them is delightfully satisfying.

Probably some important mission awaited him, one that required his identity as the Third Imperial Prince to complete.

Bei Mingyu furrowed his brows, staring intently at Lin Yi; though arrogant and dismissive of all others, he was no fool—he knew that someone who remained so calm after recognizing his identity and hidden secrets was no ordinary person.

If Qi Qi were conscious at this moment, she would have leapt willingly into a ten-thousand-zhang abyss for that gaze as gentle as water.

In just a few minutes, the media had turned filthy; news flooded the internet, ensnaring many stars and sending countless fans into panic.

Leaving aside other matters, just consider this match against Tottenham: Sonnes still fielded the aging Black Wind Twin Demons as starters, revealing how outdated and unprogressive this Scottish coach's tactical thinking and player selection truly were.

As tiny starlight began to swirl across the screen, a tremendous pressure descended, and the six vanished instantly from their spots.