Chapter 1211: Fellow Daoist, Do You Dare to Fight Me

"No, no, please, Ancestor, let me change my wish," Meng Jingzhou pleaded, hastily admitting his fault.

Meng Junzi lost no time in making Meng Jingzhou acknowledge his ancestry. "What wish do you want to change it to?"

"I want to defeat Lu Yang!"

Meng Junzi shook his head. "If you wish to defeat an opponent of the same realm, how can you rely on another's power? You must overcome him by your own true capability."

With a bitter face, Meng Jingzhou said, "Ancestor, in a battle of the same realm, I naturally do not fear Old Lu, but the problem is he possesses a secret technique that allows him to temporarily raise—"

She had already lost her eyes, yet hearing someone step inside, she halted her movements and turned her head to gaze back.

...The crowd tidied up their belongings and headed down the mountain; by this hour, the winter sun had begun its descent to the west, and a creeping chill settled over the slopes as Zhu Tong took the lead, skipping and bounding ahead, pulling Wusan along while claiming he needed to warm up.

Xavier floated in mid-air, surrounded by yellow sands, as fierce winds intertwined with lightning constantly roamed about his form. Yet none of this harmed Xavier in the slightest; not even his hair or the hem of his clothes were stirred by the gale.

"Why have you come?" Needless to say, everyone knew exactly who dared to question Li Chengqian in such a manner above the imperial court.

Borg, as one of the primary officials in charge of Huadu, stared intently at Lu Yu; his intuition told him that Lu Yu was not one to speak casually, considering that rumors outside claimed the Ultimate Martial Arts Hall had cost at least several trillion in funds from groundbreaking to completion.

Taking off his gaming glasses, Luo Ran stared blankly at the ceiling with wide eyes, and only after a long moment did he shake his head and sit up from the bed.

Bullets were still pouring into his body; though the man was immortal, he had no desire to endure abuse, so he opened a hidden compartment beneath the computer desk, pulling out a revolver to fire back at the crowd.

Wan Changkong had always held himself in high esteem, yet he never expected Lu Yu to burst forth from nowhere, completely overshadowing his brilliance.

And for the sake of this new guest, Zhuzi, that thousand-year-old loafer, actually rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen, poring over a recipe book to prepare cat food for his nephew.

When Angela felt a fierce, burning sensation upon her forehead, her vision began to blur, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Duke Huo's health?" Meng Tong was struck with amazement, his eyes widening to the size of hen's eggs as he stared at Feng Yuan, utterly speechless.

And now, the two were separated by hundreds of miles, with hills, ridges, and the Gobi Desert blocking the way, and formidable foes and powerful rivals entrenched between them; no news could pass, and neither could see the other's face, leaving nothing but endless worry and deep sorrow, save for the fact that they could look up at the very same moon.

"My nephew's Daoist methods are indeed excellent; junior brother did not teach you in vain," the old man from the snow mountain shouted loudly, with Ouyang Yiyi and Ouyang Lu standing behind him.

Why did Xiao Peng say he was a pitiful fellow? In the final analysis, he was merely a loser in the struggle between royal power and religion.

A golden light suddenly flashed, claiming someone's life, and even the wall behind them was blasted open with a gaping hole.

Tang Xiaoxiaoxia walked into the kitchen, never expecting that even the refrigerator previously destroyed by those thugs had been replaced with a brand new one here; more shockingly, the food inside the fridge was replicated exactly as it was, and upon drawing out an item to look closely, even the manufacture date and expiration date were identical.

As the sound of "Youyou" rang out, dozens of camel cavalry broke formation and surged forward, risking death to charge, causing Qiu Yingqi to furrow his brows as he involuntarily gripped his iron-breaking precious sword, preparing to lead his troop into the fray.

When Duobi bowed to take his leave, the gold-sheathed dagger hanging at his waist swayed gently, catching the eye and reflecting in his dark pupils, wherein a flash of inscrutable cold light appeared, vanishing in an instant.

Another old man asked in a trembling voice, a hint of terror visibly painted on his face; evidently, he had thought of that terrifying blood cultivator.

"Ping'an, you speak too late; Lord Lu has long since dispatched Yamen runners to make inquiries. Whatever you need to understand, you can actually just ask Lord Lu," Li Tai said, looking at Wang Ping'an.

"Could it be that this single piece is the entirety of the Void Lake this time? If that is the case, then my trouble will be immense. Although there are still a few cultivators I haven't questioned, their numbers are likely few as well," Nie Chen frowned.