Chapter 114: Fist Intent, the Everlasting Eternal Spring Art (Combined Chapter)

Zhao Ti's heart stirred—could it be related to the emperor, related to the Son of Heaven? To use this intent to perform the fist? But something still seemed not quite right.

Flying dragon in the sky, sovereign descending upon the realm, sovereign roaming the four seas, dragon traversing the four seas?

Time passed bit by bit. Zhao Ti still sat beneath the lamp in thought; outside, the wind and rain gradually eased—it was already midnight.

Suddenly he stood up, and in the middle of the ground began practicing the fist again, repeating this posture over and over. He did not know how long had passed when, on one occasion executing the fist, a sonic boom—

The stone-block great serpent opened its great maw and immediately spat a destructive laser beam toward Su Huan, firing it over.

Lin Doudou smiled faintly, gave Yao Ningbo a meaningful glance, then swayed her alluring figure as she turned and walked out.

Fighting into April 17, the frontline troops, following the combat plan drawn up earlier, fought as they retreated, gradually pulling back to the defensive line within the mountainous region.

Wen Yan pressed his faintly aching temple—he was just afraid that Song Min's eyes had a problem and she had taken a liking to that boy who had just seen her home.

Haishanlong was experienced; after sitting a while he could tell that Zhang Yicheng was getting impatient, even though the latter was trying hard to restrain himself and keep a smile.

Those few men had all claimed before dying that they did not know Lin Lin at all. Qu Feng did not care whether it was true or false, and just kept killing onward like that.

On the other side of the pillar of light, Chris looked up at the sky. At the end of the crystal pillar, the right hand holding the staff moved to her chest, as if performing some ritual of gratitude. A few seconds later, she resolutely stepped into the crystal pillar.

However, after the coffin was opened, the danger they had anticipated did not appear—everything seemed calm and peaceful.

Song Min's fans and Yan Sheng's fans copied and pasted over and over, nearly flooding the screen; deleting them was also quite tiresome.

The sky was dim, a thick layer of snow already blanketing the ground. Beneath the yellowish streetlamp, goose-feather snowflakes whirled unceasingly.

Lin Yajing was stunned at this moment as well, staring at the lawyer's letter in front of her, unsure whether to take it or not.

Chu Li's pretty face turned slightly pale. Encountering turbulence on a plane was quite normal, and there would occasionally be slight shaking at ordinary times, but violent shaking like what had just happened was extremely rare—it simply did not seem like a normal situation.

As souls—even souls that had refined spirit—still loved the darkness of night; this was the common nature of souls. Now, with midnight approaching, for souls it was precisely the time when their spirit was at its peak. Kuimu Wolf was the same. In these mountains, black as ink, its eyes were exceptionally bright, flickering with a green ghostly light—utterly uncanny.

Immediately the chieftain of the Night Eagle tribe stepped forward; they were preparing to organize a one-thousand-strong aerial unit. This time Cameroon had also equipped them with crossbow bolts, enabling long-range strikes from the air, which greatly enhanced the combat strength of the Night Eagle warriors.

Facing the cold-blooded and ruthless Corpse King, even the necromancers—renowned for their dark and terrifying ways—feared it immensely.

Sure enough, after slaying Hu Yuanpo, True Person Yujing immediately walked over to Gong Lingyu's side.

It had to be said that, as one of the three ancient tribes, the Dragon tribe had fared far better than the Phoenix and Qilin tribes—and not without reason. Just looking at this far-sightedness alone, the Dragon tribe had the advantage by more than a notch.

He had never sought to become a Buddha or an ancestor in the first place; as long as Spirit Mountain did not settle scores afterward, and gave him the chance and time to take the Black Lotus away, that would be enough.

"Hmph! Can I agree?" Toward this Wasp King, Nie Feng truly had no good impression, and immediately said angrily.

Seeing that Nie Feng had actually fled outright, it had originally thought Nie Feng was quite formidable—after all, Nie Feng's variant magic-light cannon had made it deeply wary. But now Nie Feng's sudden flight instantly caused the Ogre Dragon General to completely drop its guard against him.

"As cosmic phantoms who have evolved to the top tier among three-dimensional universes, they may once have considered modifying themselves into high-energy beings—these semi-mechanical lifeforms—but in the end, they chose to rely on life technology and preserve their complete flesh bodies," Du Yue said.