Chapter 391: Plan for the Worst

Yang Xiaofeng masked the rush of excitement and joy that came from crossing paths with her twice in a single day, and continuing his conversation, stepped down from the vehicle.

"He is bound to be extraordinary, a martial prodigy in his teens, a literal dragon among men." Shen San could not help but admit defeat.

"Did you only book one plane ticket? I wanted my mother to come along with me." An Lin held her cup, her gaze fixed upon Qin Mo.

Fortunately, perhaps out of disdain for the strength of the other three, Xiong Ba directed the brunt of this devastating sword qi specifically toward Feng and Yun.

Prior to this, the allied forces of the Cobra Mercenary Group and the Ghost Mercenary Group had an even more critical mission: to eliminate Mo Feng and avenge their twice-decimated forces, with the time set for tomorrow night, and a portion of their men already covertly dispersed throughout the city of Luoshi.

The Northern Celestial Emperor's Palace issued a fierce condemnation, yet in truth, they knew nothing of Wang Yu and his cohorts, remaining largely ignorant of their exact numbers, having only gathered fragmented intelligence from the mouths of surviving immortals.

Leaving Luoshi, they drove westward along Highway 31 for about forty miles before veering off the road into an estate known as Songsha Manor.

They possessed no ancient legacy and remained utterly blind to the mechanics of it all; what was the true significance of a divinity core? They knew nothing, not a single detail, yet to the deities within the Divine Realm, this was common knowledge.

Furthermore, it was a place where masters stood as thick as trees in a forest. Compared to the Eight Sects of the State of Zhao, their experts were by no means inferior, only fewer in number.

With every step he took, the Buddhist disciples within the hall fixed their eyes upon him, their gazes shifting in unison with his movement.

Jiang Hao had already stepped into the King's residence when Mother Cobbler emerged once more, and Jin Tianyi looked at her with his sole remaining hope, praying that Jiang Hao had changed his mind inside.

He had heard of this Brother Hu before, but what was happening here, and why did the man fear Lin Yun to such an extent?

Qinghan had consulted with Ye Liushou beforehand, and the moment the Snow God Flame erupted into madness, they had already sought out a place to hide.

Relative to masters of this caliber, the space of this universe was not vast, and if those ghost cultivators of the Holy Monarch level truly enforced their rule, how could the living experts slaughter so many ghost cultivators to empower themselves?

Cheng Wushuang drove the carriage, gazing at the luxurious architecture and the martial artists passing to and fro, suddenly feeling that the Star Scar Empire was truly a backward place.

Then, in the very next breath, a wave of icy chill washed over Leng Ying's back as he discovered that within Cheng Wushuang's pupils, spiritual energy swelled like a vast sea, showing not the slightest hint of depletion.

That Lin Feiyu could grow to such heights in so short a time filled Gong Changluo's heart with bitter regret—regret that he had not exerted every ounce of his strength back then to slay the youth and seize the Prison-Breaking Bloodline from his body.

Merely driving the Destiny Star into his sea of consciousness had consumed thirty thousand top-grade astral stones, and subsequently, to suppress the star, another one hundred and fifty thousand top-grade astral stones were expended.

"To think a mere supernatural ability could break our Five Elements Killing Array is an absolute joke." The cultivators of the Five Elements Sect burst into roaring laughter, completely disregarding Lin Feiyu's technique.

The Blood Guanyin was deeply astonished, for every single one of these matters had been correctly divined by Du Bian; how could he possibly know? It was truly uncanny. Consequently, she could not help but discard the distrust and contempt from her face, beginning to listen to Du Bian's words with earnest gravity.

I watched Zhuzi's face turn alternately flushed and pale as the Daoist qi and the malevolent energy collided violently within his body, like a leather ball on the verge of bursting at any moment.

"Who are you?" Dingdang's military knife gleamed with a pale reddish light under the bandaged man's flashlight, its razor-sharp blade trembling lightly as her physical strength ebbed away.

The leader was a middle-aged man who, unlike the others, wore a Daoist robe and held a fly-whisk in his hand; I noticed a silver ring upon his right hand, a clear sign that his status and position were far from ordinary.

The sound of "frenzy." What was wrong with her? Had she lost her mind as well? Uh... of course, that was not the case.

Ever since we descended to such low terrain, our field of vision was no longer open; the smoke and clouds high above still blanketed most of the space, and ahead lay a stretch of pitch darkness where neither the torches of those people nor the path itself could be discerned.

At that moment, my figure materialized directly before the giant eagle, yet the beast no longer possessed any means of defense, and a murderous intent flared within my eyes.

The revelation dropped everyone's jaws so low they could not be shut; it was over, it seemed the relationship between the Prince and the Princess had truly run into trouble, a monumental amount of trouble, for the Princess was now actually clamoring for separate rooms, and the Prince was not even angry, accepting it just like that?

"Bajie, just speak plainly, do not offend the tree spirit of the mountain." Friar Sand brought Bajie's implied meaning into the open.

The future? Once his body was fully recovered, would he even be able to find her? She had sworn a solemn oath that she would absolutely depart after three months.

She wondered why she could no longer find it, only to discover it was in his hands; she had been counting on using it to threaten him, never imagining he had made preparations long ago.

Chen Fangping closed the bedroom door, his face a mask of desolation as he leaned heavily against the wall, burying his face in his hands, letting out a low, guttural wail like a trapped beast, or perhaps a lamentation born of too much suppressed sorrow, utterly unable to recover his composure.

As for the safety issues on this land now that people had multiplied? Let them resolve it themselves. So long as there was no conflict with humans or among themselves, it mattered not; however, this land was now his own, and if any mages wished to run wild here in the future? That would not be permitted.

Commander Chen struck like the wind, his palm hitting Mu Cheng's left ribs; the latter groaned and collapsed to the ground, whereupon the guards stepped forward to bind him with iron chains.

"Everyone fall back! Retreat further away!" Chen Cheng shouted at the top of his lungs; this World Tree was colossal, and its protective barrier might well push everyone aside in a moment, so it was better for everyone to take the initiative to distance themselves.

A dark shadow suddenly flashed past the window, and he leaped up, vaulting out to pursue the figure; the shadow cleared the walls of the Prince's estate with an exceptionally fine lightness skill that failed to alert the guards, and the mute servant scaled the wall in pursuit, chasing it relentlessly toward the west.

It was a day in early spring when all things turned green, precisely three months before Yanzi intended to marry Mei Qingli.

Seeing that Huang Yanfeng no longer dwelled upon the matter of Hua Tian, Huang An could not help but breathe a sigh of relief; as for the Illusion-Breaking Pill, he could only dispatch more men to search for it.

"Then let us begin," Zhang Silan said without further comment, thinking only of finishing the task quickly to get it over with.

"Rat-tat-tat!" The machine guns atop the German tanks also commenced their strafing, their dense firepower cutting the Russian soldiers down to the ground.