Chapter 665: True Father-Son Match

After easily disposing of his first-round opponent, Obito went to other competition zones to check the situation.

He had originally planned to walk around with Asuma, but Asuma said he needed to adjust his condition and maintain peak strength, so Obito left on his own.

Obito could understand Asuma a bit; since neither of them could advance to the elimination round anyway, there was no point in looking at opponents from other zones.

Obito first went to Zone A4, where Rin Nohara was.

Perhaps because

Arriving at Luo Peng's residence, it was not as bright and luxurious as Ye Xing had imagined; instead, it was like an ordinary home, just a few relatively tall houses, not very conspicuous.

Immediately, a shrill and violent miserable howl erupted from Hu Xuan's mouth, resounding throughout the Chaos Dragon Realm.

Since the black qi could flow into the meridians and blood vessels, could he then transport the black qi out from them and store it in his dantian?

A Lan was stunned; she had thought that Feng Jiutian was sent by the divine race to find their Shenyin tribe, but she didn't expect that he didn't even know about the Shenyin tribe, which surprised her greatly.

Although Qin Yu's cultivation had skyrocketed to the mid-Tianzun realm, if he didn't summon the Ancestral Demon Body, he would still find it difficult to contend with beings of the Tianxu realm.

Fortunately, his technique was very thorough; while his physical body was formidable, his skin was equally tough, so even blades and swords could not leave a mark.

"What are you talking about? Yuanzi, are you making something good again?" At that moment, Zhao Ganzi came over and asked.

This token seemed somewhat familiar. With a slight search in her mind, Qin Susu had a few ideas in her heart. Wasn't the token engraved with the character "Xuan" unique to the Xuantian Sect?

At that moment, Ye Liangchen and the others, who were eating at the Yuelai Inn, heard that dragon roar and were immediately shocked.

"Really? Thank you, Mom! Thank you, Dad!" The delighted Lü Feng didn't grasp the meaning behind his mother's words about "the days ahead," and simply thought his parents were being more affectionate.

Xiao Ling disliked arguments; for the sake of Liu Yixu, his emotions had nearly gotten out of control, but now, provoked by Jie Long, he instead calmed down.

Ru Lan's going there would only make her a slightly respectable fill-in maid by the emperor's golden words. She wouldn't even count as a concubine. She would be looked down upon for life. How could she hold her head up in the future? Ru Lan had always been high-spirited. Wasn't this tormenting her to the point of being unable to live?

Han Lin suddenly realized—they hadn't expected that Long Wu was trapped in this underground palace precisely because of their own affairs. No wonder the underground palace's scenery was so magnificent; it was all arranged by the immortal realm.

There were many trainers as dissatisfied as Tingshu; some even openly went to Alola to challenge Team Rocket, but the final result was predictable. Now, the champions and champions of each region were keeping silent, leaving only the major factions within the league and Team Rocket to continuously negotiate.

After kicking, she suddenly turned her head and glanced at Long Zhan with dissatisfaction: "Your reaction is really slow."

After losing signal for two seconds, the image reloaded. Just now, some drones closer to the Ice Moon impact site were directly destroyed, while those farther away were also affected by the spreading shockwaves and temporarily lost signal.

"No wonder it's so heavy—how did it become iron shoes?" Han Lin was very shocked in his heart; at this moment, that pair of dirty slippers had turned into metallic shoes glowing with golden light.

He had many doubts about the enigmatic figure Cang Ji, from his inexplicable retreat to his inexplicable reappearance; such an elegant man who seemed only to smile faintly at others was actually so unfathomable and elusive.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared ahead of him—it turned out to be a dim light on an old wooden door. Under the light, an elderly woman was squatting. She had full white hair, and her hands looked red from the cold. Yet she kept squatting there, motionless.

Before the person arrived, the long sword at his back had already left its sheath; he struck from midair, attacking from a distance the round-headed black fish that was devouring people below.