Chapter 138: A Visitor from the Divine Capital Stirs the Four Quarters; the Eagle-Shooting Bow Is Drawn on the Vast Steppe

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ti shook his head and said calmly, "This prince does not care for martial arts; I have always considered myself gifted in literary talent, and I have no taste for Good Martial Art."

"The Prince of Yan actually doesn't care for martial arts and considers himself gifted in literary talent?" Yuan Xiaoxian said with a smile, "The Prince of Yan truly speaks in such a strange way that one cannot bring oneself to believe him."

Yelu Hongji put on an interested expression: "Envoy Zhao boasts of literary talent—how does he compare with Envoy Su?"

Su Shi, standing behind, wore a blank, dumbfounded look at this moment, thinking that although the Liao emperor was greedy for Han literature and Han orthodoxy, this—

Although he was only an ordinary Douluo, with the augmentation of a Level Nine soul tool, his strength, though not quite that of a Super Douluo, was still roughly comparable.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Tang was now even more like an eggplant struck by frost—completely wilted—where was any of his earlier vigor and spirit?

Only after the sounds outside finally stopped did he walk out of the villa, looking at the soldiers' corpses strewn haphazardly around him, and the wreckage of tanks and helicopters everywhere.

A cave inscribed all over with Wu Gong—at the mere mention of it one felt the sense of an extraordinary encounter; even though he was an honest man by nature, a longing and excitement welled up in his heart, and he wished he could immediately return to Mount Hua to learn the peerless arts within that cave.

Finding every possible way to praise Wu Bai so that others couldn't tell he was actually subtly mocking Wu Bai for not understanding originality and spending all his time rearranging other people's songs.

To have been able to persist in fighting against Chaos until today—although internally it too was a heap of broken affairs—how much longer the God-King Odin could hold on was unknown.

Fortunately, this violent energy only acted within Chen Guang's body and did not, like true qi, instinctively counter-surge along the path of the foreign true qi; otherwise, with this well-intentioned move, he would have died on the spot.

But before that, the trace of affection in Yang Chan's gaze toward Ao Qing still allowed Ao Qing to sense it subconsciously, faintly.

Seeing that concealment was no longer possible, Sean simply threw all pretense aside and laid everything out in the open, spilling out every piece of information he knew in one go.

Therefore, Chen Guang's current method of application was to use his own Dark Dimension to devour the Power Stone in order to gain growth.

Zhang Lingyu was jolted as if by electricity; instinctively he tried to break free from Xia He's grip, but the other party held his fingers tightly interlaced with hers, and he could not pull free.

The North Plaza was a plaza surrounded by a sandbreak forest, and it was also the front plaza of the SAE project base. From the gate on the northeast side of the plaza one could enter the main base.

But among these memories, there were simply too many wretched, trivial matters; Lu Ming selectively blocked some of the bad, useless memories—otherwise, as a model youth of the new century, his three views would have shattered completely.

With no new leads, Xu Mingzhi and Yu Guang could only return to the bureau. The car had just pulled into the yard when another car followed in behind them. Xu Mingzhi glanced casually and suddenly knit his brows.

It wasn't their first day acting like this; the way she put it made her seem like some brainless hothead.

Hearing these words, Armitage instantly shot Chen Jing a look, signaling him to take out that relic.

In the encrypted private channel, Wei Yu Shi's voice was not very clear, but Chen Jing could hear the loneliness in his tone.

Under the violent trembling, the Gu God, already feeling the world spin, lost the steadiness of his hands, causing the Mortal Sword, two Integration-stage talismans, and Deng Jiu to fly far out of the Gu God's grasp; amid the flashing lights, none of them knew where Lu Ming had transferred them.

Old Yuan's wording was exaggerated, but Yu Guang showed no reaction; after shifting his gaze away from the corpse, he swept it across the entire front hall.

Hearing Chen Boxu mention the name "Yuankuoyu," Sha Gong instinctively glanced at Armitage, a look of sudden realization in his eyes.

"In any case, let's go back first and tell the other fairies." It made its decision, and carrying the rabbit spirit, flew back home.

Then the spiritual power consumed dropped to 15,500 points; it seemed that having a person integrate into a skill cost roughly 1,000 points, though it was also possible for the integration to fail—after all, Da Bai could never learn it.

After Tu Su left, Hong Yu broke open the stone door of Zi Yin's closed-door cultivation, forcibly awakening him from his training; originally she had wanted to go look for Duan Rui, but was told that Duan Yu had gone down the mountain two days earlier.