Chapter 1233: Strange Little Sapling

Hearing this, Lu Yang secretly transmitted his voice to Meng Jingzhou: "So, Old Meng, if you drip a bit of blood, could you also recruit a massive horde of ghosts to work for you?"

Moreover, those attracted would all be ghost kings; those of lower ranks wouldn't even survive to drink Old Meng's blood.

Meng Jingzhou rolled his eyes: "If the ghost kings can snatch it away from Patriarch Hanhai, then sure."

Meng Jingzhou felt that upon his ascension to the Tribulation Transmutation Stage, the happiest person was his own ancestor, and the second happiest had to be Patriarch Hanhai.

As long as they spotted Duoluo's silhouette, they wouldn't step forward to attack him; they would simply trail behind Duoluo, waiting until he had captured his prey with arduous effort before rushing forward to plunder it.

Li Xun cast a glance and nearly bowed his head to avoid eye contact, but fortunately, his mind had grown increasingly steady over the past two years, remembering that he was no longer a ghost of the Ghost devouring Sect, but Li Xun of the Clear Heart Sword Sect, so he composed himself and bowed in greeting to the newcomer along with his companions.

This was absolute madness; if a normal person forced themselves to keep training after reaching the absolute physical limit of their body, the effect of "the straw that breaks the camel's back" would inevitably occur.

Shen Yanbo continued, "Leave me one of the largest and best-situated new apartments in the Xingfu City sector of Z City." Shen Yanbo knew that the real estate developer there belonged to Huo Chenghan's family, so securing the largest and finest property would be effortless.

After witnessing the sheer might of Lord Duoluo, the powerful abyssal demonic dragon instantly surrendered before him.

After scoring the goal, Zhang Ling's brain short-circuited for a full six seconds before he finally recovered, risking a yellow card as he ripped off his jersey and sprinted wildly across the pitch.

A narrow face, graying hair, iron-gray eyes coupled with an imposing aquiline nose, and lips as thin as paper constructed the image of a chamber of commerce president who exuded confidence, decisiveness, and meticulousness.

The players from the information department hurriedly assisted the star center off the court, asking him what on earth had happened. The star center shook his head, utterly bewildered by his own condition; suddenly, an excruciating pain had seized his chest and abdomen, leaving him unable even to stand, making it clear he could not return to the game anytime soon.

"Kill them. Let them find release and die in peace. Do you have a good way?" Wang Ping asked, looking up.

Long Luo cupped his hands toward the man and said, "Senior, I have disturbed you these past years." The man replied, "No matter." Long Luo then looked at the youth, and this time he found it even stranger; he was now a Divine Emperor, yet he could not perceive the youth's realm at all, as if the youth were merely an ordinary human devoid of any spiritual energy.

"Zhang Yu, you useless fool, you still haven't finished this yet," Xiao Tianhao said furiously from not far away, seeing that Zhang Yu had been unable to secure a victory after a long assault, before flying toward the trio's battleground.

"King of Nine Netherworld" Shangguan Youming, seeing his move blocked, shifted his palm technique to execute the "Formless Insight" stance of the "Netherworld Palm Technique," which seemed completely effortless yet somehow broke through Yang Yunhan's enveloping energy of the "Soaring Bird Stance" in an instant, striking toward Yang Yunhan's vital areas in the chest and abdomen.

This was the main street at the entrance of Qingshi Town. On both sides of the street stood rows of beautiful, elegant houses made of green stone, indicating that Qingshi Town was a rather prosperous place.

Uh, thankfully, it's alright. A slender youth dressed in snow-white with long, blue-black hair said with a cold sweat; he was the instructor for the Fat Team.

Lü Xuan never kept track of time himself; from the moment Qian Duoduo told him he had to arrive within ten days, he had been injured on the train and had only rested for a few days.

As long as the experts of the Xiao family remained, the family would never fall into ruin; furthermore, once the experts of the Xiao family returned, these sects and noble families would pay a devastating price.

"Then at the place where you clashed, was there any particular elemental power within the natural world that was especially dense? And as for the person you sparred with, could the elemental power they cultivate be related to this?" Teacher Meng Yunyan continued to inquire.