Chapter 154: Known in the Martial World as Young Master Zhang San

The corpse-ginseng baby completely ignored him and continued to crawl outward.

Seeing that it was about to drop out of the female corpse's mouth, I was utterly dumbfounded. My hand accidentally brushed against the jade pendant given to me by Daoist Master Cong Shengzi, which was inscribed with the words: "Chief of all thieves, ghostly thievery supreme." A phrase suddenly flashed inexplicably through my mind, and I blurted it out: "I am Xie Xiaopi, Master of the Thieves' Gate! How dare you act so presumptuously!"

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Di Jun infused this trace of primordial spirit into the Banner of Demon Control. A wisp of white light emanated from the banner and then dissipated. At this moment, Ji Meng could distinctly feel a connection forming between his soul and the Banner of Demon Control, as if his soul had been imprisoned within it.

He wiped the blood from his face, then bent down to untie the belt at the enemy's waist, stuffing it into his own armor, which was already haphazardly jammed with about a dozen such belts.

"The elderly win the prize," Zhong Jiagong said, extending his hand. His manner was modest, but the smug satisfaction on his face revealed just how proud he was.

Nagato was also truly confronting whatever lay ahead in this mystic realm, or rather, truly facing these matters that actually had to be dealt with across this boundless continent.

Therefore, the reason why the consciousness of the talismanic seal possessed such a seven-colored canopy was precisely what had aroused their covetous desire and suspicion.

Thinking she had displeased him once again, Qingrang shrank back slightly. With a strong pull of his arm, Yu Zichen made her fall back onto his back.

At that moment, a mighty and rugged warrior entered the battlefield, dragging behind him the carcass of a slain tiger-scaled beast.

Furthermore, when truly facing these matters in the present moment, they were indeed the things that had to be confronted right then. How could one possibly face them when the time came?

Given Ji Xiyan's temperament, Nangong Ming naturally would not tell her the truth, fearing she might let slip a secret. As soon as he entered the room, he knocked her unconscious and administered a mid-grade medicinal pill to her. When she woke up, he told her that he had transmitted some of his internal energy to her to help her achieve the breakthrough.

In fact, it was not difficult to see from this that they were presently confronting an even broader domain of what they were capable of achieving, along with genuine room for further progress.

"Netherworld Palm!" Fairy Suyun moved like a maiden of the Moon Palace, shuttling swiftly among the endless ghostly specters of the celestial wolves. A flash of piercing cold light burst from her hands as she unleashed the Netherworld Palm. Wherever it passed, the bloody, malevolent power of the celestial wolf ghosts was instantly sealed within the void, unable to break free from the icy confinement of the Netherworld Palm.

Having reached the realm of the Martial God, one could sustain bodily energy simply by absorbing the ambient energy in the air. Therefore, theoretically speaking, going without food posed virtually no problem at all.

"Hold on, are you certain their description of the Vermilion Fruit included the phrase 'a speck of azure at the center of the brow'?" Qin Chen frowned and interrupted Du Deyue's account.

Although these martial artists had reached the peak of the Martial Honor realm, they were still utterly incapable of resisting these terrifying flames.

The two of them tidied up the surrounding area, erased all traces of their presence, and then departed. To avoid being discovered, they ventured deeper into Xiayou Mountain and traveled by a detour.

As for this name, anyone who had paid attention to matters concerning the World Tournament—ordinary people and supernatural beings alike—had heard of it. He had been wanted by his own government, burned the Yasukuni Shrine, caused havoc in Tokyo, and just a little over ten days ago, he had even killed the final guardian of the South Korean team participating in the tournament.

This was precisely what made Shen Bing so exceptionally prudent; if he had rashly contacted those unreliable fellows, he would have been sold out in a split second.

Bu Zhao, who was bringing up the rear, saw that the negotiations ahead had hit an impasse. He spurred his horse forward to ask a few questions, then sought permission from Xu Sheng before blowing the horn at his waist.

This divine-patterned giant not only possessed extraordinarily formidable strength, but also possessed incomparable defensive power.

However, when those Martial Gods saw Baili Haoling's gaze sweeping over them, they immediately looked as though they had seen a ghost and hurried far away from the area.