Chapter 207: Helper, Leaving!

Perhaps the other party was right; beyond cultivating his own strength, searching for the legacy left behind by the Sovereign of Men was the optimal choice for now.

Seeing Li Chang'an sink into deep thought, the old man did not press further, but waited a moment until he returned to himself before speaking again: "In truth, if you have no pressing matters, there is no need to leave in such a haste. Though the environment of Hell is harsh, because it is the place where the Sovereign of Men fell, dense energy diffuses everywhere, which for the physique—"

Lin Hao could finally see that Si Yun possessed a rather bashful disposition, though in the presence of strangers she appeared magnanimous, elegant, and of extraordinary temperament.

How smoothly that word 'sister-in-law' had left his lips; the vows of yesteryear remained vivid before her eyes—one life, one couple, never to part until their hair turned gray—all of it was a lie! Now she even began to doubt whether he had truly loved her during those three years, Nangong Ling! How ruthless you are! Her fingers gripped the tabletop, her nails leaving trail after trail of deep scratches across the wood.

Yu Zinuo's face darkened instantly! How could this fellow plagiarize the trademark language that belonged solely to her?

Upon hearing this, Mo Niancong recalled the diligent and conscientious demeanor of the servants and maids in his own manor every day, and he nodded in agreement.

Not only were Wu Kuang and his companions aware that the Earth Spirit Flower was about to mature, but many within the forest knew as well, and all were rushing toward Xuanfeng Precipice where the flower bloomed.

"Consort Jing chanced upon King Entai when he came last time to congratulate the Emperor on his birthday, and she fell hopelessly in love with him, so..." Mo'er said with a touch of melancholy.

Yet, deep within the soul, something was bound to be left forever behind on this blood-soaked earth.

Had it not been for the life-saving elixir brought by Zhou Ling'er, Wu Zhan would likely be dead by now. This debt of gratitude was something Wu Kuang kept forever engraved upon his heart.

Those who arrived here, aside from practitioners of the sword, were almost entirely of the echelon of sect masters from sixth-grade sects. Naturally, they had all brought along their most prized disciples.

Now his own popularity had reached a bottleneck, constantly fluctuating between nine hundred thousand and slightly over a million, the variance too volatile, and it stubbornly refused to break through the one point one million mark.

Xi Sa was already so depressed that he lacked even the strength to scold him, feeling that dispatching Ah Dai over there had truly been his own blunder.

Wudi let out a soft laugh, his toes lightly tapping the high cliff, his figure already shifting past the edge as he drifted down toward the surface of the sea as light as a feather.

The fire triggered at the Hewan Forestry Farm had wrought a terrible disaster; despite firefighting efforts throughout the entire latter half of the night, it was still only partially contained, and completely extinguishing the blaze remained a distant prospect.

"Grand-uncle, whatever brought you all this way?" Although the two shared no bond of blood, years of closeness had nonetheless accumulated a deep and profound affection; Xiao Han looked at the aged Tao Ziqiang, his eyes glistening with tears.

"Oh, my dear immortal master, look at what you are saying, where does this even come from? A misconception, it is all a misconception." "Niu Shan, do not be impatient, let the elder speak," Wang Weidong said. Chen Yuan, too, wished to know the story of this old couple.

Recalling the scenes of those years, Xiao Han felt that this thug named Hua Tou was nothing more than an ordinary ruffian, yet nowadays, he was regarded by others as a fierce character who feared neither life nor death; in truth, where could there be so many real desperadoes? It was merely a case of rumors turning into false truths, giving rise to an image conjured entirely out of thin air by the crowd.

Xi Sa was replete with confidence, leaving him to ponder and choose in silence while he casually lifted his tea. Just as he drank, Yan Yangtian made her decision. "Have you ever heard of the Five Fierce Overlord Swords?" The teacup slipped from his hand, crashing to the ground and shattering into several pieces, the tea splashing onto the trouser legs of both individuals, yet neither paid it any mind.

A faint golden gleam flickered in Wudi's eyes; he had just sensed a tyrannical and bloody aura from Yilian's body, and this aura was, in its very essence, identical to the aura of the Abyssal Realm.

"Understood!" Despite not knowing what had transpired, Black Wolf complied without the slightest hesitation, immediately leading his men to rush swiftly toward the Champs-Élysées.

Otherwise, as long as he was willing to sacrifice half of his essence blood to forcefully activate it, he could barely unleash sixty to seventy percent of the Imperial Master Bell's power, which would yield a certain possibility of shaking the Queen Mother of the West to death within it.