Chapter 255: Shackles, Mountain Song

The next morning, after the acupoints on Ah Zi were unsealed, Ah Zi let out an "Ouch" and dropped straight to the ground in a sitting position.

She had stood all night, her legs long since numb. If the acupoints hadn't been unsealed, it would have been fine—she'd have been like a wooden statue or clay figure. But once they were unsealed, the slightest movement threw off her balance and she fell at once.

She sobbed, reached out and rolled up her trouser legs, revealing two snow-white calves, in places faintly showing pale bluish spots—clearly accumulated bruises.

Zhao Ti said, "What are you crying about?"

Ah Zi shook her head.

—Tian Boguang later brought her to Hui Yan Lou, killed a disciple of the Mount Tai Sect, then ran into Linghu Chong and fought him. In the end, it was the "non-swordsman" Li Bufu who stepped in and drove him off.

A white crow was locked in here, a thin rope tied around its leg, flapping its wings as it tried to fly out.

Some ghosts merged into the streets, others merged into a lake—transferring was also possible.

But that alone wasn't enough to make him feel fear. Although, judging by paper strength, the opponent should be slightly stronger than him, it was obvious the opponent's combat experience fell short of his own.

Kubro had thought that, without defeating Vegeta, he couldn't learn the Super Saiyan 4 transformation method. But unexpectedly, Vegeta actually acknowledged him in the end. His mood now was extremely pleasant; he even forgot he was seriously wounded.

After the evening meal, Li Bufu and Qu Feiyan sat together discussing some matters that had happened in the jianghu.

Seeing Huang Yue so confident, Jiang Lan didn't keep trying to dissuade her. She also wanted to see what was on Qin Xiao's computer—would that let her understand Qin Xiao a little better?

Li Bufu looked at Liu Zhengfeng. How could Liu Zhengfeng bring himself to say it? But then he thought again: if he didn't speak, not only would the lives of everyone in the Liu residence be sent in vain, even this junior brother who had helped him would probably find it hard to survive.

"It's not that I'm picking on him—look at him, he shows up every single morning." A few days ago he thought the man really meant no harm; but if after these few days he still claims no harm, then he'd truly be a fool.

Luo Xiu, after all, had sat in the position of city lord for several decades—an old hand seasoned by the world. After producing two pills, he took his leave, and strongly invited Yang Qingyan and the others to visit the City Lord's residence before departing.

Peng Mo's whole body was drained of strength. Looking at his still frightened, rippling eyes, she forced a smile and shook her head to indicate she was fine.

Yun Feng laughed loudly, sword qi soaring to the heavens. At the same time, a terrifying killing intent surged skyward. At this moment, the sky was replaced by oppression; dark clouds rolled, as if about to rain.

"The Commander-in-Chief still can't achieve successful immunity against the Earth virus?" Guangye Xun asked with concern.

Another burst of laughter rang out. The next instant, above the sky, the demonic aura was suddenly torn apart by a surge of force. The next moment, a pair of iron fists smashed down with a boom, viciously striking the chest of a demonic alien.

Hearing this, Yun Feng let out a long howl. To tell the truth, fighting two peak three-star Soul Emperor Realm experts at the same time—he really wasn't afraid at all. On the contrary, he was rather itching to give it a try.

The night wind whistled, war banners flapped loudly. The Martial King stood atop the city tower, his gaze fixed on a spot in the far distance, unable to return to himself for a long while.

Within the world, a colossal ancient tree thrust up from the ground. A single leaf alone was as large as a continent, and from its surface a thick misty aura radiated!

Shi Daoran was very troubled. Recently, the Li father and son had been making an ever bigger fuss, throwing the sect into utter chaos. The old man had already been pestered by them to his limit. He himself was also constantly subjected to the media's suspicion, with all sorts of reports ringing in his ears nonstop.

A big one, a bed, and some other decorations. Beside the bed there was also an alarm—a one-button direct alarm.

Always playing hard to get, and every time she played hard to get, it happened to fall right in one of Cao Peng's exhausted periods.

From then on, the Skyhawk Sect master, having lost his brothers, no longer set his mind on cultivation. The sect's power grew weaker and weaker, and over time, the direction of the sect's founding gradually shifted toward delivering messages between the two continents.