Chapter 198: Teaching Martial Arts, Manyu!

Li Chang'an thrust forth a colossal head from the midst of the clouds, a pair of grand dragon horns that had long since begun their gradual, ferocious evolution crackling with electrical arcs, in a split second cleaving down a spectacular arc of light sufficient to sever the very sky.

Beneath his feet, feeling that heaven-overturning majesty, the three guardian deities summoned by the tribal alliance trembled and quaked without exception.

And that giant tortoise struck by the lightning was directly blasted onto its back by the cleavage, its dorsal shell scorched pitch-black as blood, mingled with the rich scent of incense offerings, erupted forth.

With a wave of the hand, a glance was cast toward Ye Yun, indicating whether there were any further objections and that one could voice their own thoughts.

Li Ya smiled triumphantly and waved her hand at Bajielo; Bajielo understood instantly and let out a great roar, whereupon his entire aura was fully released, momentarily sending sands flying, rocks rolling, and the air filling with a pervasive dust.

Li Meng's face felt burning hot. What the hell was this supposed to mean? Had this whole bunch of people united to slap his face and watch him make a fool of himself?

These were words meant to destroy the heart! Sure enough, a slight rustle came from within the gauze curtains, and cold sweat oozed upon Old Zhu's brow. Wang Min was indeed worthy of being the Grand Eunuch Director of the Eastern Depot; a situation so passive had been turned around by a single sentence of his, and he had even quietly pinned a massive accusation upon him.

"A pity the evil god is already dead, and the dharma treasure has also been destroyed; that this residual might still thinks to suppress me now is laughable," Wuming spoke with pride piercing the heavens, his sword-qi like light and his laws like lightning, in an instant slashing through layer upon layer of overlapping barriers, the sky-tearing sound like the ripping of silk as a long river of sword-qi law descended directly into the abyss.

Just think about it, competing in medical arts with someone else, yet having absolutely no opportunity to even make a move. After a shameful defeat such as this, what face would a normal person have left to remain here?

The moment the sound of his voice fell, over a dozen majestic PLA public security soldiers, fully armed with live ammunition, escorted three or four Japanese prisoners and the traitor Song Dafu down from the truck, marching them onto the rostrum.

"I am not wearing a military uniform right now; I only wish to have a candid chat with you, can you not grant me this honor?" Lai Ye said with somewhat of a pleading tone.

"Haha! Fellow Daoist Huang, you really do know how to joke; the greenwood banditry of robbing and plundering—do the armies of those various cities in the immortal realm simply ignore it?" Yi Jianfeng could not help but laugh heartily upon hearing those words.

Anyone could see that the Dragon King Long Haoyu's words seemed to be asking for Mo Fei's opinion, but in reality, how was this any sort of inquiry? This was fundamentally nothing more than announcing his own decision to him.

The moment this price came out, the venue went somewhat cold, and no one called out a bid. According to the rules, if an auction item received no bid from a buyer within thirty breaths, then this auction item would automatically fail to sell, and the next auction item would be put up.

Moreover, the world was now undergoing an anomalous transformation, with one peerless, formidable sealed powerhouse after another returning; Jiang Jicun's current cultivation was still far from enough.

The ten-zhang-long flying giant tiger and its master perished together without leaving a trace of bone, exploding into a cloud of bloody rain that showered down.

Above the firmament, dark clouds rolled, and within the dark clouds, glaring thunders tore through the void; a terrifying ocean of thunder suspended amidst the rolling dark clouds, and within that silver-white thunder ocean, giant thunder dragons of various colors could be seen, emanating bursts of destructive aura.

Tian Buwei shook his head and said, "The destiny of the human race is truly strange; back then, they were the most lowly among the myriad races of the heavens, possessing neither formidable physical bodies nor souls, and even existed as flesh-and-blood rations for the various races.

Ying Tianzi spoke in an angry voice, his face flushing crimson all over, especially this phrase from the Hegemon King—'come over and receive your death'—which caused him to lose all face in an instant.

Martial artists ascended the stage to duel; the victor received a bountiful cash prize while the loser died, each match requiring the death of one martial artist before the duel would stop, thoroughly cruel and ruthless.

The War of Deification was about to begin, yet Luo Feng remembered an important figure, the Grand Commander of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan—Bai Jian; in the plot, Bai Jian was in charge of receiving and guiding souls into the Deification Terrace, and though he was of no consequence in the War of Deification, for souls to enter the Deification List, they all required his consent.