Chapter 162: A Gathering of Animals Hosting a Banquet

Seeing this, Fatty Zuo retreated abruptly two steps, pressed his index and middle fingers against his temples, closed his bead-like eyes, and then opened them wide in a furious glare, staring fixedly at the old woman.

He was opening his Heavenly Eye.

Yet after gazing for a long while, he found absolutely nothing at all, and he let out a helpless sigh.

I figured it would be a miracle if he could see anything.

Having entered the village for so long, if there were any unclean entities, I would have discovered them ages ago.

It's just that, this elderly person...

"Do you really not fear death, or rather, should I say I want to carve up that pretty skin of yours?" Xiao Li dangled his dagger back and forth in front of Feng Ling'er.

They turned their heads to look toward the Luo River, where a brightly lit giant vessel was sailing upstream against the current toward Tianjin Bridge. The newcomer was none other than Tuyuhun Prince Fuqian.

"Alright, now I invite the contestants of the fifth match to come up to the stage," Elder Chen said loudly, looking at the trainees off the stage.

Within Tianyu City, where the martial arts culture was fiercely aggressive, Zhou Tian knew that strength was the ultimate truth. When bullied by fellow disciples, the only way to regain your ground was through unremitting and diligent cultivation. If you complained to the elders, not only would they refuse to uphold justice, but they would also despise you.

The constant trembling of the white BMW ZC's body bore witness to all of this. After what seemed like either three or four rounds, the two ravenous youths finally tidied themselves up respectively.

"Then trap him here. You don't need to make a move; just rig up the Jade Qilin and fly out of the formation. Then, everything can be stopped," Xia Yi said to Yan Wu.

"Damn it, we finally cleared out this batch of monsters. It's got me a bit tired; the number of them was just too large. Gotta say, those cemetery wanderers and thieves really have quite impressive attack power." After the battle concluded, Optimus Prime sat flat on the ground, exhausted like a panting pug.

"Bang!" The wolf never expected that anyone would actually have the audacity to counterattack while it was in the middle of an assault. Completely unprepared, it was kicked squarely in the chin by Mu Yi.

Xu Delong led a squad of soldiers to patrol the campus, mainly out of concern for preventing fires. All three hundred of them had arrived in full today, and some of the soldiers who had already amassed large family fortunes donated all their assets to Yucai. Strictly speaking, they could also be considered shareholders of the school.

Bi Bibong played the role of Pope quite competently; at least the majority of commoners no longer remembered who the true masters in charge of the Spirit Hall were.

The "flesh and blood" forming the walls and floor had already been torn apart by the moonlight outside. Even at the spot where Chen Jing and the others were located, dozens of cracks as thin as chopsticks had appeared on the ground, and the crimson crevices were packed with bone-white moonlight.

Custom-forged spiritual items, of the kind Chen Xiaoyu was thinking about, were simply not something a child from a poor family like his would ever consider.

Their atmosphere infected the attendees in the base, who successively took out their phones to take pictures and record videos.

Until the butcher's knife fell and A Yuan, with his disheveled hair, was helped up, only to see that his own arm had at some point been grabbed by the abruptly appearing Throne Zhang, and then tossed down to the hundreds of thousands of imperial citizens below.

[Li Mobai]: The foundation I've built in the Hanging City is roughly taking shape. I'll handle the public opinion on the forum for you, just don't get directly involved yourself—you really can't afford to provoke the public wrath at a time like this.

Thinking back on the dreamlike experiences of this recent period, a trace of desolation suddenly welled up in Ye Tong's eyes.

Unaffected, Xu San hurriedly pulled out his camera and recorded everything, preserving it all as evidence.

Inside the pill-refining room of the Weiyang Palace, A Qi the boy attendant listened to electronic rock music playing through his earphones while carefully wiping down the "pill furnace" that flickered with neon streams of light with a rag in his hand.

Upon ascending to Sequence Eight, Chen Jing had split into countless shells in the blink of an eye, spreading across every dimensional realm. It could be said that there were no longer any unknown regions in this universe for him.