Chapter 79

78, Stiff Lion (3/3)

Inside the bone finger ring, seven mastiffs whimpered pleadingly.

They clearly adored the black lion pinned to the ground—Evil Zhang Liao.

This “Evil Zhang Liao” could be worn by the mastiff clones, paraded through the world.

Just this one point was enough to stir Zhou Chang’s interest.

Now he had only one Gui skin to use, but inside the bone finger ring were seven “hungry” mastiff clones.

The seven mastiff clones gradually accumulated.

The growls of zombies outside the museum frightened her into retreating again. Another long while passed; Youzi grew increasingly anxious. She refused to believe Meng Fan would abandon her—his prolonged absence could only mean he’d encountered trouble. She silently prayed and blessed him in her heart.

The situation had been as still as stagnant water. As soon as Qin Yan, the outsider, entered, all eyes turned to him.

A bright white light flashed, enveloping Lang Qi, and the next moment he was sent back to his original world.

He wanted to see whether his Xiangkong Peak-level power, combined with this sharp fist technique, could withstand a full-force strike from a Taxu Early Stage cultivator.

No wonder he was the prodigy who slew six tigers—just this composure alone, they could never match.

After being wounded in the haunted house, he suddenly gained insight while healing, immediately entering a realm between reality and illusion, forming a Buddha seal, his bearing solemn and still, sitting motionless until dusk.

“Good, good, good!” Wukong said, rolling up his sleeves, immediately summoning the Wind Borrowing and Mist Spreading arts. Wind rose, mist gathered; he flicked his wrist, casting a barrier of light that enclosed both the phoenix tree and himself.

I can’t describe how I felt at that moment—only that I was extremely tense. We kept watching Dili’s reaction.

A system prompt softly sounded, forcing Ye Tian’s usually cold face to betray a faint smile.

“So the Zhanling Sword in the hands of that Tang Dynasty collector was fabricated?” Bai Yuan asked.

Ah Ming’s grotesque appearance terrified the shopkeeper, but he couldn’t understand Ah Fei’s words and could only beg in Japanese.

Shen Chenyu’s face darkened. She’d thought securing the top spot among new talents was enough—but this Wu Daozi still dared to resist?

“Here’s ten thousand yuan. Keep the change. Come see me tomorrow—we’ll fill out the forms then,” the man pulled a stack of cash from a drawer beneath the table.

“After I finish the grand opening celebration, I’ll take you to meet your parents!” Hua Ming gently embraced them.

“Master, what’s wrong? Did you forget something?” The man rushed out of the room to greet me as I entered.

Instantly, countless Nine Heaven Divine Dragons surged from the gun barrel—faster than light, so swift even the god-tier elder couldn’t react.

In truth, Hua Ming spoke the facts, but Hetian simply refused to believe them. Who else had such luck? Since his rebirth, he’d fallen into a chasm during an earthquake and turned misfortune into fortune; each subsequent danger had become an opportunity, yielding him countless benefits.

Seeing Qin Hao stare blankly at her like a wooden statue, Li Xin’s cheeks flushed red—slightly angry, but mostly shy. She lowered her head, adding even more delicate charm.

In fact, the frontline campaign was going even smoother than Qin Hao imagined. Li Shimin had issued strict orders forbidding Qin Hao to land, to preserve his strength—only the command hadn’t reached him yet due to poor communication across the vast ocean.

The entire space rang with thunderous roars and a spiritual pressure towering over all—even Gabril, who had broken into the Divine Realm, was crushed beneath it, unable to lift his head.

The only difference was Katrin’s blood pool. Unlike the dark-golden pool before him, what floated inside looked entirely different.

Before he finished speaking, An Yuxi shoved his chest hard. In his dark eyes, she saw only coldness and mocking disdain. What did she have to make a fuss about? It was always people like them—self-righteous shadows—who caused the noise.