Chapter 765: Konoha Hero Obito

"Lord Danzo, Obito Uchiha is making a move!"

After being injured by Obito, the two Root operatives monitoring him quickly returned to the base to report to Danzo Shimura.

"Daring to attack an Anbu operative—how can you deny being a spy?"

Danzo Shimura was overjoyed upon hearing this news.

He had been worrying about a pretext to deal with Obito, and now Obito had handed him a perfect excuse.

Although Root is in fact under the command of

Li Yang knew that this was Xiao Shuyue reminding him of the time constraints; Huai'an was a conservative treatment, while situational therapy was an intensive one, but the difference in results between the two could be enormous—it all depended on Li Yang's choice. He had to admit, at that moment, he hesitated.

Wan Ge, I know you've been living under a lot of repression all these years. Everything was arranged by Grandpa, and you followed the path he laid out for you step by step.

Although his movements were rough, they seemed deliberate, each time touching that spot, making her body, which had just calmed down, feel a surge of instinctive need again.

Fang Fang's mother, looking very embarrassed, saw Fang Fang's father return and quickly told him what had just happened.

But this gambling house was run by locals—who knew what big shots were behind it? The county magistrate or the judge at the yamen might even have a stake in it. If he destroyed this gambling den, the consequences would fall on his family immediately.

"Hmph, didn't you have chronic rhinitis? Can you suddenly smell now?" Li Qiuyan pinched the tip of her nose and lifted it slightly.

Charlie continued his arson spree, and surprisingly, he faced no suspicion, no resistance, and not even any shouts of protest. By contrast, his operation was far smoother than Allen's.

Upon hearing Mother Gu's words, Gu Chenfeng instinctively looked up at Chen Mo, who also looked back at him, then helplessly shrugged, indicating his powerlessness.

In the past, I couldn't wake up from my afternoon nap; now, I wake up promptly at two o'clock every afternoon, just to go study with you.

Li Wan'ge had little appetite. After a few bites, she claimed to be full, put down her chopsticks, and prepared to go upstairs.

The Wei family was thus known as the bodyguard family. Though they didn't produce as many masters as the Tie family, they were nevertheless recognized as the foremost among the five great families in the Federation.

"I don't remember. Mother said I became dull and crazy from the age of four, so I have no memory of that time." Ling Yuwei felt that Yan Zimo's questions were getting more and more strange, but she answered honestly nonetheless.

The room was silent, with only the starlight outside casting shadows on the curtains, faintly revealing the shapes of the window frames.

Suddenly, Xu Xian seemed to remember something. He walked briskly to the main hall of the "Bao'an Hall." On the spirit altar in the hall hung a portrait—none other than the ancestor of medicine, Bian Que. The portrait had yellowed with age; the Xu family had practiced medicine for generations, and their ancestor was a student of Bian Que, so it was only natural to enshrine his portrait.

"This is really strange," Ye Xin mused. Looking at the Azure Dragon's condition just now, it clearly still had power. And it hadn't shown any sign of defeat. Why did it run away? Could there be some twist in this?

After finally escaping the traffic and slipping into the alley, Nian Zu breathed a sigh of relief, but by then he was drenched in sweat. How could he meet anyone like this? He took out a handkerchief and quickly wiped himself down.

Jiang Shang, upon hearing the Heavenly Lord's words, couldn't help but beam with joy. He took the Whip of Divine Punishment and the Apricot Yellow Banner and left.

"Thank you for your guidance, Commander." Ouyang Min and Zhao Zhengce quickly said, with utmost respect.

The Investiture of the Gods scroll and the Whip of Divine Punishment are innate spiritual treasures, born to carry out the divine investiture. As the investiture is not yet complete, the Whip of Divine Punishment automatically gathers killing intent for its purpose. Although Randeng's cultivation far surpasses Zhang Bairen's, he is powerless against this whip.

It took Chu Cheng ten minutes to successfully smash out a long passage that connected this place to the mountain path along the edge of the col.

But this way, Luo Chengfeng simply couldn't dodge—he had to take on the spike that clearly looked immensely powerful. He Guanying's scheme was indeed malicious, a well-laid trap; frustratingly, Luo Chengfeng knew his plan but had no choice but to accept it.

Zhan Dongbo opened his mouth to argue but found he had no words to refute what Lin Feng had said.

Old Master Xiao gently patted the back of her hand, as if soothing her anxious heart. At that moment, Xiao Xiao, who had been full of worry, suddenly felt at ease.

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at the swamp that exuded an aura of danger. Slowly raising his right hand, he condensed a stream of true Qi, locked onto a spot that seemed unlikely to have mud pythons, and struck out with a palm from a distance.

From his understanding of Xiao Xiao, she would never be modest about things she was confident in. She would be polite, but not so distant and polite; she would answer straightforwardly, not in this tone.

The Heaven-Swallowing Maw let out a muffled roar, as if boosting its own momentum, or perhaps celebrating a victory for its side.

Yao Gaitian struck directly; in that instant, the void trembled, the earth cracked, as if doomsday had arrived.

On both sides of the waterway was a bank about half a meter wide. It seemed that this used to be a canal, but later, due to the construction of the factory, it was buried underground and turned into a well.

But for now, even convincing the Ink Flood Dragon to undergo the tribulation of transformation was still a problem, let alone whether that creature would help.

However, most clergy belonged to the Church of Holy Light, forming their own system; the few wandering clergy usually traveled solo and rarely teamed up with others, making it extremely difficult for adventurers to find one.

"Chen Luo, you... let me go." Wen Rou was very nervous, her voice trembling, her cheeks redder than a blooming camellia.

Male Qi Master Lin Yunxuan led Xiao Bailang into the hall. The carpet was soaked with blood, and the pillars bore many bloodstains, but strangely, there was not a single corpse.