Chapter 265: Have a Big Meal

"Sure enough, just as I thought!"

Sun Yang grew rather excited upon hearing this: "This enemy is definitely no simple matter. Who knows, we might encounter even more thrilling opponents next! But, Brother Chang'an, do you think we stand a chance of winning?"

"We do!"

Li Chang'an's tone was calm, yet carried a firm, unquestionable resolve: "As long as we coordinate well, no enemy will be a problem!"

"That is exactly what I admire about you, Brother Chang'an!"

Wang Ping offered no reply, walking straight across the street and raising his leg to kick away a rambling vagrant who was lunging toward Ya Shi.

The newly risen winter sun was crimson, as though it had spent the night in struggle, appearing so vivid at this moment.

The Thirteen Guardians had already scrambled out ahead of the rest; she rushed so furiously that she failed to pull aside the drapery in time, crashing headlong into it and tearing away a vast swath of the white cloth, which had grown brittle with age. The torn cloth happened to shroud the head of Liu You, who was dashing out right behind her, causing him to let out a miserable shriek.

Shen Jingxuan, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up now; amid everyone’s helplessness, he had conceived a desperate plan to seek survival out of certain death, for it seemed that apart from this method, it would be difficult to find any other.

Li Xun curled his body into a tight ball, only having enough time to switch the inner pathways of his Qi into the netherworld mode before he was overwhelmed by the furious tide of yin energy. The massive impact left his consciousness groggy; in his perception, he was drifting outward, yet in the very next instant, he felt himself dragged back, his body spinning as it plunged into a fathomless abyss.

In truth, the genuine owner of this stone carving was not that Hong Kong merchant at all, but someone else entirely. Rumor had it that "The Homeland of Dreams" had been secretly transported to Tibet, where someone renamed it "The Other Shore," meaning the mortal realm on this side, and the pure land on the other.

Li Xun felt even more acutely that the deep cavern beneath the earth leading to the Nine Nether Realms was also undulating faintly amid this impact, churning the surrounding primal energy and throwing the situation into further chaos.

And if there had still been a hint of uncertainty at the very beginning, now that he had received Mewtwo's response, Ting Shu could already determine the accuracy of his perception.

Alice was full of curiosity, asking through her father's translation that while those stones on exhibition were indeed very beautiful, they were neither fossils themselves nor did they possess any research value, so why were some of the rocks more precious than gold and diamonds?

Suddenly, from within Han Lin's deep gaze, there emerged a trace of heavy yet incomparably resolute conviction.

"Are you trying to say that I am getting up in years and my hearing is failing me now?" Lian Xue feigned an even greater anger.

The two shared few words, falling into a cold silence after a brief exchange. As for Xiao Ming, who stood to the side, he grew rather impatient; he had simply wanted to see Zhang Yang's embarrassed plight, yet the two refused to lay the matter bare, which made him feel somewhat anxious.

Chu Nian was already several miles away by this time; seeing that no one was pursuing him from behind, his figure darted as he climbed repeatedly, returning to the cliffside.

Although the grades of the Qi-Replenishing Pills he currently refined were all low-grade, this was no problem for Feng Bufan, because he possessed the Purple Thunder Soul Fire, which could refine the medicinal pills a second time to burn away the minute impurities within them, thereby raising their grade.

Nowadays, Long Bufan cultivated far too many techniques, and he did not wish to be a jack of all trades and master of none; since he had learned them, he naturally wanted to comprehend them all thoroughly, so whenever he had time, he would continuously consolidate them.

Zhao Ya felt that Ye Tian had at least been kind to her after all, so she really ought to give him a proper piece of her mind.

Moreover, it did not stop there; most of the skills of this Blood Demon Chancellor came with an innate life-steal. Despite it having less than ten thousand health, no matter how He Zun and the others wore it down, its health bar remained exceedingly healthy.

Suddenly, a thought struck him: although the operations of the two were identical, there was one difference, and that was the flame they used; he used elemental fire to refine pills, whereas the other used soul fire.

Amid his astonishment, Zhou Xiang spoke up, his expression deeply complimentary and utterly devoid of his former arrogance; after all, what choice did he have when both Feng and Tian possessed higher cultivation bases than his, and were figures who ranked prominently on the Second Peak?