Chapter 187: One Against Three, Complete Victory!

When Gurui Long realized that Li Chang'an was not jesting, but truly intended for him to step onto the martial stage, a subtle, creeping chill finally bloomed within him.

In the past, though he was well aware that Li Chang'an’s rate of growth and every other attribute were utterly unnatural.

That in the mere span of a single year, the man had undergone a transformation that turned his world upside down.

Yet, driven by a dual psyche woven of both arrogance and inferiority.

He had never looked squarely at Li Chang'an’s progress and achievements, merely

The Zhulong’s pupils contracted as two sharp gleams flashed forth, radiating a disdainful majesty; his divine consciousness swept across the heavens, particularly around the Grand Qiong Celestial Court, but aside from the Cosmic Star Array cloaking the entire court before his eyes, he found not a single hidden thing.

Xu Xian was now entirely stripped of the fierce bravado he possessed when he first discovered Bai Suzhen was a demon; hiding behind the Buddha of Sublime Sound, he dared not breathe a single loud breath.

Di Jing was in no hurry; according to the tidings received, the Sanctuary of Creation had not yet opened, and the experts dispatched by the various factions were setting out at roughly this same hour.

"Who knows? In any case, I have never spoken with that rabbit; every time I catch sight of him, he always flees in a desperate rush. Judging by his habits and manner of speech, he does not seem to belong to our era?" Puffing a ring of smoke, Mr. Aguirre, the great bear gardener, remarked thus.

The prowess displayed by the tenth sect master of the Painted Wall was fully of the 'Grandmaster' tier, whereas Zhang Luoye's current strength was merely at the 'Initiate' stage, unable to touch even the threshold of 'Void Refining'; to speak without defeatism, a single finger from the opponent would likely send him to meet the King of Hell.

Chi Luo: a fighter pilot whose body remained robust, little did he expect that he too would sleep here, where he would still pilot his fighter to protect the comrades around him.

He probed it with his cultivation system but could not see through it at all; the arrays of this cave dwelling were marvelously arranged, even forming a self-contained space.

"Wait a moment." Di Jing shook his head slightly, his gaze remaining fixed upon the Eye of the Heavenly Dao, into which the Saint of Creation had transformed.

Seeing the actions of the Third Demon Venerable, the surrounding cultivators all paled, daring not linger in place as they channeled their full strength to fly toward the distant horizon.

And where they had thought to crush them by sheer force of numbers, they had not expected the troops within the city to exceed their anticipations yet again, leaving them truly wavering in indecision.

"Now I cannot help but re-evaluate you." Naturally, those capable of such deeds rarely showed it upon their countenances.

Lin Yin gazed intently at Suha; seeing his Adam's apple bob, she let out a soft laugh and reached out her hand to touch it.

Snow had fallen upon Jiangnan as well, though this snow was dreadfully dull; rising in the early morning, it had accumulated into naught but a thin layer, yet Shou-ge'er was delighted, already bundled in a thick padded jacket and rushing outside to frolic.

Before the words could fade, it vanished into thin air from its spot, appearing before Feng Yi in the very next instant. Then, it opened its maw directly, revealing a row of forest-white teeth, and bit savagely toward his throat.

Seeing that Ye Qingqing’s spirits had largely recovered, Shen Tingchuan let out a sigh and walked toward the outside.

"You are busy with your own affairs. "I can return to the dormitory by myself." Murong looked up at Lu Xuan, unknown thoughts swirling in his mind as a flash of shame and complexity crossed his eyes. Afterward, regardless of their reaction, he turned and departed.

By now, the monster's outward appearance seemed to have returned entirely to normal, those terrifying holes upon its body having vanished completely. Yet Qingli keenly perceived that the power within it had waned considerably, meaning the previous assault had not been without effect upon it.

After pondering for a long while, he shook his head and ultimately abandoned his reflections. Since no thread of clarity could be found for now, he would simply wait quietly for events to unfold; come what may, he would meet it as it arrived.

Yet because he had failed to master the timing of the fatal shot, he caused the other to shed tears until death. This matter could only be etched into the heart of Bing Shi Shui Zhe De Shui, and the precision of the human organs once more gave him a wondrous sensation.