Chapter 858

As the most prestigious film awards ceremony in the United States, you certainly can’t say the Oscars are groveling.

But Zhou Yi’s fans are insane.

“Since you lost the Best Original Song award at last year’s Oscars to The Lord of the Rings III crew, your fans have been attacking the Oscars and its committee members. Of course, this is mainly because they knew the award was only secured after New Line’s PR campaign with Warner Bros.”

Yet no matter how fervently the masked man prayed and pleaded, the Venerable Shapitien could not respond, for his soul had been ruthlessly destroyed during Feng Yang’s soul-searching.

These two are at best top-tier geniuses, not prodigies. The further they advance, the slower their progress becomes. Until they break through the Life-Death Realm, they will endure a long period of sluggish growth.

Luo Mei watched intently; her decision to come to the big city was right. In just three days, she had seen much, and met many fine people.

Qin Yu secretly concealed herself in the corner and quietly noted down Gu Yu and Gu Yuyu’s room numbers.

And it wasn’t something he thought up himself—it was Yang Liwen who said it outright after they had dinner at Rong Jingchen’s house last time.

“Of course,” Chu Yue said, then walked inside. “Master, practice first—I’m going back to my room.”

Yan Chihuo sucked in a sharp breath. He wasn’t very close to Wei Yifeng, but he had attended two Martial Dao Tea Gatherings and knew Ye Chen well.

Lu Fenglie shut the door Shunshi , his cold gaze sweeping across the two brothers seated at the table, waiting for dinner.

She hurriedly ignored her pain, bent down, and reached for the One Plum Blossom with her left hand—but with a swift “whoosh,” her left hand was pierced through by a bone spike, instantly numbing.

Professor Lin had also noticed the young man brought by Li Songkun. The youth gave him an unnervingly calm and composed impression; he couldn’t gauge just how deep the young man’s expertise in archaeology truly was.

Xu Bansheng watched as one cultivator after another fell. Whenever his warrior puppet faced danger, he would intervene just enough to rescue it, preventing its death—he refused to waste a single warrior puppet here.

With Murong De’s words, those around him broke into small groups and filed out. At that moment, Murong Qiu also approached.

“Zheng!” Ice Cloud drew her sword. Seeing this, the guards beside Chu Feng also drew their blades, glaring at Ice Cloud, wary of any hostile move.

“True—if he could truly be immune to spiritual powers, he would have struck long ago. Why wait so many years? It’s only relative!” Another nodded.

Wu Yi and the others saw the coffin bed stir again, thinking it was the suspected black-furred zombie who had just fallen in—but then they realized the massive coffin bed was shaking only because it had lost its balance.

Facing the terrifyingly powerful palm, Ding Yang, like the imprisoned Demon of Rain before him, could only fight desperately. An invisible sword qi surged from within him; the nine sword-shaped seeds swirling around the Dou Crystal suddenly blazed with brilliant light, and nine streaks of radiance instantly poured into the central ten-colored divine sword.

Li Wei saw this scene and was secretly astonished. He hadn’t expected these three to wield such influence in the mercenary camp—to rally so many mercenaries to their side was unbelievable.

Everyone stared in stunned silence. Was it over already? Two Nascent Soul cultivators had teamed up to suppress Zhang ChuYang, leaving him no chance to counter—and finally brought him down.

In his original plan, the goal of eliminating Chen Feng had clearly been intended this way—but during that Divine Seat Challenge, he lost.

He didn’t know what had happened to Chen Feng, but for some inexplicable reason, Chen Feng’s smile irritated him—so he made a Shitan ive move.