Chapter 214: Fierce Battle

After leaving the ice room, they circled around outside once more. Snowflakes were still drifting down in profusion, and when none of them noticed anything unusual, they prepared to head back.

Just then, from the half-way up the Kunlun mountain range on that side in the distance, the faint sound of a long howl drifted over.

The few of them looked over in that direction and saw, far up the mountain where the accumulated snow met the dark green, two human figures locked in combat.

Ji Mo Zhi said: "It's that monk and the man in white — when did they make their way around to over there?"

Huo Ling

"You haven't gone through the earlier training. If you try to jump in halfway now and train with them, you definitely won't be able to handle it. You don't need to do every training item with them — you just need to follow Wu Jing and train on some balance and agility drills, that will be enough."

Countless threads of water from the showerhead, crystalline, drifted down, forming a curtain of water over her head that rushed all the way down along her Bai Xi, smooth, fair, dewy skin.

After three full hours like this, Jiang Zaiyuan had only just finished his cultivation. The moment he withdrew his technique, he could not help but exhale a breath of turbid air. Although the cultivation process had had its hiccups, by and large it could be considered a success — only, body tempering was a long, drawn-out bitter cultivation, not something that could be completed in a single day; to have results like this at this point was already quite rare.

"Sister, why did you call this guy over? Didn't you say you found him disgusting?" Shangguan Yu asked, her face full of confusion.

The drone operator was concentrating intently on piloting the drone, seemingly paying no attention at all to the movements around him.

So he looked at that sword and felt an even stronger revulsion. The sword's very existence seemed to be mocking him; every inch of its radiance made him wish he could utterly destroy it, thereby wiping away his own shame.

"Mo Mo, you—" Na Ze hesitated, still wanting to keep talking, but the over-excited Mo Mo had already turned her head away and continued her flashlight tour.

Blood is the life force of the blood race. If two-thirds of the blood flowed out, would he still have one-third of his life force left? Mo Mo did not know. But the elders' expressions — some worried, some seemingly calm — and even the cutting mention of Lucifer, let her know that this was a trial of endurance, and one that did not belong to Na Ze alone.

Yet the voice in his mind kept gently calling to him, like a mother calling her son, like a wife calling her husband, like a calling that Lei Zhan had once been very familiar with but had forgotten.

A sharp gunshot rang out from the pistol in my hand. The pistol suddenly kicked back with a recoil, and my hand jerked backward.

But Gao Shan disagreed. He believed that to fundamentally eliminate this kind of racial discrimination problem, one had to make those trainees and the highly talented human and demon trainees care, to make them realize that there were also many powerful individuals among the humans and demons, while at the same time promoting equality in the environment, greatly weakening this kind of racialism.

His identity was nothing remarkable — he was a very ordinary demonic cultivator. His ability to advance in the previous rounds had also been due to luck, much like Bai Ling's earlier situation: either he ran into opponents of the same level, or his opponent had been injured too severely in the previous round, causing their strength to drop, which was why they lost to him. Bumping along like this, he had barely held on until the fourth round.

But reality was always so heartless. Xiao Bohan's unrestrained ways had caused him to plunge in an instant from the pinnacle of happiness into the abyss of suffering, and now the two sides still had to face a brutal showdown. This made Su Manqian's delicate feelings grow hazy and indistinct; she did not know whether she should support or oppose this war.

If he knew that Lin Suyi was the company's largest shareholder, he wondered how wonderful his expression would become.

Now the creditor was selling off these products cheaply — they were all daily necessities, things like tissues and shampoo, and quite well-known domestic brands at that. He set a floor price; after someone bought them, however much they sold for was none of his business, and after deducting the floor price, all the profit went to the seller.