Chapter 53: Li Shaoweng Summons Ghosts and Gods, Zhu Youjian Threatens Chiyou

Old Simiao dropped his old face into an expression of utter innocence.

Yet, unbeknownst to anyone, while Britannia was busy dealing with its internal affairs, across the sea in the Northern Wastes lay the Skalding tribe.

After some polite pleasantries, Ambassador Zhu Mingyang and Minister Zhang Botao consulted with each other, and together they invited the three delegation leaders and deputy leaders—Bao Anjun, Zhao Guoyang, and Zhang Zheke—to each board a car.

In terms of summoner spells, both the top and mid laners chose something called Ignite. There was no need to worry about the survival of the bottom lane; securing an advantage in their respective solo lanes was quite sufficient.

The fallen leaves shuddered, and a massive serpent head thrust outward, revealing jagged fangs as it opened its cavernous maw.

Nalan Changxing’s figure grew larger and larger in Lin Zeyun’s eyes. Exercising his inner martial arts, his eight swords had already returned to their scabbards. He brought his hands together, cradling yin and yang, pacing the four cardinal directions. His formidable internal energy was forcefully projected outward, manifesting into an illusory divine sword. This was far beyond the power of a mere sword glow; in the eyes of mortals, it could be called a divine skill.

No wonder he had sensed someone probing him just a moment ago. However, he had paid it no mind—such people were a dime a dozen, and moreover, he could sense that the person was immensely powerful, entirely beyond his ability to contend with.

He tossed this evolutionary pill onto the ground. The pill possessed a high degree of elasticity, and just as it landed and was about to rebound, the so-called boss stomped down on it with his foot, grinding it ruthlessly into the dirt.

Yet against this heartwarming backdrop, Director Niu, playing Huang Shiren, made his entrance at this crucial moment, flanked by two lackeys disguised as thugs.

Scratching his head in vexation, Tim let out a helpless sigh. Regarding Marco Polo, he truly did not know how to evaluate him.

Belegar, Belegar, are you going to lose your final resting place as well? Breeze Castle and Desolation Keep are already the last two Dwarf realms you can turn to for help—are you going to alienate them too? At the mere thought of the Dwarves who had fallen in battle, and the endless tidings of defeat, the King of the Eight Peaks clenched his massive fists tightly.

As the Lin incantation was unleashed, the pitch-black, demonic-shadow-like blade Qi was instantly dissipated. This scene made the Left Wing even more panicked, as the Heavenly Demon Sect's adversary had always been the Holy Buddha Sect.

Wan Chu'er took a fierce drag of her cigarette, but the cold air mixed with the smoke choked her throat, causing her to break out into a violent fit of coughing.

The matter was peculiar, but the dorm supervisors were not detectives; they wouldn't overthink it. Since the person was missing... they would just look for them.

Taking advantage of the moment when the black ghostly figure shifted its attention to Long Fei, the white-haired crone poured the entirety of her remaining cultivation into a desperate gamble, actually managing to recall the Mysterious Fire Sword. Filled with great joy, she transformed into a streak of red light and retreated backward. After all, her disciples were currently recuperating from injuries and must not be disturbed under any circumstances.

"This punch is for your disregard for the safety of the righteous path, for casting your lot with the demonic path, and for aiding the tyrant!" The more Lu Feng spoke, the angrier he became. The Profound Star Qi covering his fist was now visible to the naked eye.

Ming Wan was momentarily stunned before realizing that Wan Chu'er was not holding a grudge against her for leaving the place first. A smile as translucent as bright jade gently bloomed on her face.

"Reporting to Your Lordship the Patrons' Elder, this subordinate has a matter that puzzles him. Might I ask for your enlightenment?" Head Steward Zhao put on a servile expression, groveling as he inquired of the Elder Li Guo. Li Guo was in a good mood at the moment, having successfully accomplished a major feat that no one in the Prince's estate had managed for years, and seeing how perceptive Head Steward Zhao was, he granted permission with a nod.

As for your mother and father, your grandparents—first of all, you must understand that you don't need to value their opinions so much. It is I, Xiao Yunlei, who will spend a lifetime accompanying you. Even if you want your grandparents, father, and mother to like you, the truth is they already like you very much.

Really, he had spoken? Xia Hanyu felt as though he had finally exhaled the turbid air pressing upon his chest, feeling that the future was bright and full of light.

Transportation back then was not as convenient as it is now. If a car broke down midway during a heavy rainstorm, it would take a great deal of time either to find rescue or to hitch a ride.

One must know that during their previous fierce battle, they had already consumed their respective origin essences. Leaving aside the fact that it would take at least several decades to heal their wounds, even once healed, given the extent of their injuries, it would be impossible for them to make any further progress in this lifetime.

A majestic force surged forward, causing Xiang Lingyi's breath to grow slightly heavy. She then gathered her palms' power, and a magical seal materialized from within her hands.

At this moment, Yang Qian was like a lost traveler wandering in a vast, thick fog. The lighthouse guiding her path was far away in the capital, the friends she relied upon were too overwhelmed to help themselves, and there was only Ji Jingxi, yet she still did not know how to speak of it to him.

It was indeed fine tea; the initial taste was crisp and fragrant, and once swallowed, a sudden coolness welled up from within, instantly refreshing the spirit and seeming to sweep away the dust upon one's state of mind.

He spoke, then paused, but ultimately offered no explanation. An explanation at this moment would not look like one; uttering it would seem more like prevarication and evasion.

He was a cunning and experienced man, and seeing the reaction of the remnant lineage of White Firmament Peak, how could he not realize that they had never intended to slaughter the last remaining bloodlines? Reflecting further on what Hu Han had once done, he felt a growing sense of poignant emotion.

His temperament was quite straightforward, incapable of the myriad twists and turns of mind possessed by Xu Jingzhi. Upon receiving this item, he immediately expressed his grateful thanks in a respectful tone, and could not help but play with it in his hands, only with great difficulty tearing his attention away from it. He truly found it impossible to put down.

A beam of purple light was seen striking the gray-robed cultivator directly, instantly shattering the greater part of his protective magical power. Wisps of lightning crackled and popped across his body; his magical robes were shredded, and his flesh was charred black under the immense might of the lightning, resulting in an instant, severe injury.

However, if it were merely a matter of good flavor, Feng Lingxi had consumed countless rare treasures and would not have been so astonished. His amazement lay in the fact that after this warm jade radiance slid down his throat, it rapidly transformed into a warm current that coursed through his entire body, before converging and heading straight toward his right arm.

Reality does not shift according to Chen Haonan's wishes; what is meant to appear will always appear, regardless of whether he desires it or not.

Cultivation levels from the first to the ninth grade are known as "transcending the five elements." That is to say, one's physical body becomes divine and one's soul becomes immortal, possessing magical power capable of controlling the five elements and manipulating chaotic elements. Masters like Luo Donglai and Yan Hao are experts of this realm, wielding formidable magical power.

A Shui walked slowly along the path, and marching shoulder to shoulder with him was Muxuzi of Wudang, who, like him, remained completely silent.

Su Ling was seized with panic, turning the matter over in his mind a thousand times yet failing to come up with any answers. Suddenly, he recalled Zhang Jiao's confidential secrets. As one of Zhang Jiao's capable assistants, Su Ling was frequently privy to Zhang Jiao's confidential matters, to the extent that almost everything about Zhang Jiao was transparent to him.