Chapter 168: Soul Fire Shows Its Might!

An old man with white hair stood clad in a pristine, snow-white robe.

His voice carried the weight of great age, yet it resonated with a vibrant, robust energy.

Complemented by a mane of silver hair as brilliant and translucent as snow, he possessed the distinct aura of an immortal celestial.

At this moment, his deep, piercing eyes locked onto Li Chang'an, posing a quiet question.

Though his tone was entirely devoid of earthly passion or malice, it still caused the hearts of every member of the Great Zhou royal family present to skip a violent beat.

Li Chang'an returned the gaze with equal intensity.

Following the wiring, winding through the corridor past countless rooms to the absolute deepest recess, the path finally ended ahead, blocked once more by a heavily fortified electronic security door.

"You think we wanted to fall down here? We were thrown down by that ghost too," Liu Song snapped irritably.

Before the word 'know' could even leave her lips, a powerful gust of wind suddenly sliced past her ear, sending the strands of hair at her temple rustling wildly; her brow furrowed instinctively, yet she remained silent.

"You—you are talking absolute nonsense!" King Qiu Li trembled with such rage that his usual suave, composed composure shattered in an instant.

Ling Hengfeng stared at Piaozhu; he was certain that the eccentric stranger's eyes held a deep, aching tenderness. Did they know each other?

Amidst the boundless, swirling yellow sands, a figure suddenly flashed past; where his toes swept over the dunes, only a few grains of sand shifted downward, while the rest remained entirely undisturbed.

It turned out that when Lin Fan reached the front of the city gates, the guards seemed completely blind to him, as if he were nothing but transparent air; he simply stepped inside at a leisurely pace, his figure effortlessly dissolving into the bustling crowds of the city.

At this moment, his body exuded a gentle, jade-like radiance, his veins showing clearly beneath skin where the meridians flowed without obstruction. Upon closer inspection, one could discern that his torso seemed to act like a vacuum, drawing the surrounding faint traces of spiritual energy entirely into his form.

Seeing her put away the comic books and stop pressuring him to read them, Tang Ruoyao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Baojuan's body stiffened, and he lowered his eyes. "Since you wish to atone for your crimes here in the laundry bureau, I shall grant your wish—do not leave it for the rest of your life." With that, he flung his sleeve and departed.

"This elder sister has set her sights on me," Luo Chong smiled bitterly to himself. After the battle of Huangshi Town, Luo Chong had displayed a strength not a whit inferior to Yao Qi, especially his mysterious Ghost-Faced Hell Spider, which was his ultimate terrifying trump card—and these were precisely the assets that gave Yao Qi the capital to challenge the Overlord Team.

When the Winter Solstice festival was mentioned, it was deemed no less significant than the New Year. Beyond offering sacrifices to heaven to pray for blessings, the ruler and the people would share in grand celebrations for three consecutive days.

Hearing them speak like this, Yun Bo suddenly understood. No wonder when she had asked Bart earlier how she knew Luo Yiyu and the others, she had been unwilling to say. As it turned out, they weren't friends, but enemies?

Spurred by the blood of the basilisk, he had mutated twice, reaching a level where his internal resonance formed a current capable of neutralizing magic; stepping further inward was not impossible, but that would require at least completing the circuit of resonance within his body.

Whatever was about to happen in the classroom was no longer any concern of Yi Xuan's; at this moment, she was simply wandering aimlessly around the campus out of sheer boredom.

"I will have the driver take you." At this time, Zhai Mo had certainly not forgotten that Su Rao had arrived in his car.

With a mere thought from Ning Yitian, the Nine Tribulations Sword within his body instantly shot like an arrow toward the form of the grey-robed elder.

The lush green mountain range was shrouded in a thin mist, floating and twisting about like wrapping silk. A resonant bell chimed from deep within the mountain, each strike awakening the spirits nestled in the woods.

Struggling in a metropolis like New York was indeed no easy feat, but one had to at least strive for it; otherwise, the future would never knock on one's door. Is there not a saying that a pie falling from the sky might make someone rich overnight, but it could just as easily crush them to death? That was precisely the truth of it.

"Um, master, this is a mountainous area, there are no phones here," Liu Bin said sheepishly.

Among these surging auras, even the weakest belonged to powerhouses of the Ghost King realm, while the strongest had already come infinitely close to the Eighth Tribulation, verging on the threshold of touching the laws of nature.