Chapter 1165: Ice Flood Dragon Clan

At midnight, Xue Shilou closed his eyes to concentrate, treating the iron rake in his hand as a treasured sword. Suddenly snapping his eyes open, he whipped it into a roaring wind, every motion governed by impeccable form.

Even the veteran masters of Muxue City, renowned for their rake techniques, would have uttered a word of admiration upon seeing such a display; Xue Shilou wielded it far better than they ever could.

Yet, Xue Shilou felt this was still nowhere near enough.

Not fast enough, not fast enough—it had to be faster, faster still!

The rake blurs beneath his furious swings, leaving a succession of afterimages in its wake.

When Qiannai awoke, she found herself in her room, cradled in Ryoma's arms... discovering that Ryoma had been staring at her intently all along, she seemed a little abashed by his gaze.

However, ever since the emergence of that monstrous prodigy Jin Yi, this phenomenon had greatly improved, and now more and more people across various nations were learning Chinese.

"Seiichi, do you know who painted this? Surely it wasn't that girl Piaoxue?" Grandfather Xingcun discerned from his grandson's expression that he clearly knew the identity of the artist.

"Is this wine actually shaojiu?" Hearing Zhao Cheng urge him to drink, Zheng Yu snapped out of his reverie, raised his cup for a sip, and asked in surprise; though they had been served wine with every meal during their many days at the manor, they had never once tasted this legendary spirit.

Xia Chao patted her back once more before removing the hand that shrouded her eyes, leaving Fengguang able to catch only a glimpse of the jailer's corpse being dragged away by the hidden guards.

He had been presumed a mere ordinary prince; who could have foreseen that he was actually the child of that Consort Yun?

Pushing open that glass door, the chime of a bell rang out, and the elderly gentleman immediately lifted his head.

The "Shapeshifting Pill." This particular elixir ranged from the first to the third grade, yet the first and second-grade variants could only grant a spiritual beast the general torso and form of a human cultivator, leaving many of its beastly traits intact after the transformation.

"Is the night in Jingsha Prefecture far more bustling than in our town?" Ye Yulin asked Dongling with a smile.

Everyone brought forth every means of transport they possessed to seat the children, setting off in a grand and formidable procession toward Xuelong City under the guidance of the wicked old crone.

Seeing his two beloved disciples wounded, the Great Yuyue Yelu Hezhi gasped in shock. Swiftly shifting his martial stance, he unleashed the third realm of his "Phantom Annihilation Divine Technique"; like an immortal who had attained the Dao, his figure swayed as he sought to withdraw from the fray and rush over to rescue Wuli and Quli.

Before Fifth Wang could even finish his sentence, someone stepped heavily on his backside, causing the fellow to shriek and fall utterly silent. At this, the spectating villagers burst into a roar of laughter, though none could tell if they mocked Xia Jian or Fifth Wang.

The third brother and Shunzi gave a word of assent and floated out through the shattered carriage window, their movements clean, swift, and entirely free of hesitation.

In truth, Song Fang's recent actions fell precisely in line with Wang Youfa's desires, yet he still understood the simple logic of weighing the trivial against the significant; doing this did not actually bring peace to his heart.

Watching Nedea charge forward with an utter disregard for the urgency of the situation, Liu Xinghao truly had nothing left to say, save for a sighing lament that human shamelessness knows no bounds under heaven.

Not a single pedestrian walked the avenues of Pingdu City, nor was a lone vehicle to be seen. The torrential downpour was subjecting the drainage system of this ancient city to a severe ordeal.

Zhen Hao let out a sigh of relief, well aware that the Sect Master of Mount Tai was a powerhouse in the cultivation world, and those capable of defeating him could be counted on the fingers of one hand.

I scratched my head; the young have their own world, and if one does not court a little madness in youth, what proof remains in old age to show that one was ever young?

"If you do not hand Hualili over to me this instant, one year from this very day shall be the anniversary of your deaths!" Lyu Xuan snorted coldly, releasing a daunting surge of spiritual energy that locked onto Liu Yinshan and Yan Changxiao.

The flying sword, enveloped in an azure glow of sword-qi, tore directly through the sickly green venomous mist, thrusting straight toward the white serpent's vital spot.

"I am Yang Li, President of the Dongdu Security Company!" Yang Li produced his credentials and walked inside, grumbling in his heart that he actually had to show identification just to enter and leave his own firm.