Across from him was also a young woman, meticulously practicing some kind of cultivation technique.

"Where is this place?"

The headless Xing Jun instinctively retreated ten meters. Though he had no head, he still struck a defensive posture.

Wei Zhao spread his hands with a smile. "Welcome to my new world."

"What the hell kind of new world is that?"

The headless Xing Jun had yet to grasp the gravity of the situation. After observing cautiously for a moment, he gave a cold laugh: "..."

Lin Lei and the Komodo beast faced off in silence, neither daring to reveal the slightest hint of fear. From his experience on Earth, he knew that if his courage faltered first, the very next second he would face the beast's merciless attack.

"Right now, I'm forty percent sure I could kill her." Peacock turned to look at Ye Wudao, seemingly vexed by her own incompetence. Gazing at Ye Wudao's face, the blood-red at the deepest depths of her pupils gradually faded.

The pharmacist spoke up: "Ahead lies Mount Hao. We had best go and make arrangements. Relying on those demons alone, Golden Cicada can never gather the full eighty-one tribulations. We should prepare, and while we are at it, steer Golden Cicada onto the right path. Ah! How he could have taken the wrong road at all is truly strange." It had not yet occurred to them that this road led to Mount Tao, which had been abandoned for a long time.

"Yulong!" Qiu Menghan wanted to stop him, but it was already too late. Toward the receding silhouette of the car, she let out a mournful cry.

Ling Feng steadied his mind and also noticed a faint ridge on the ground ahead, twisting and racing swiftly onward. The ground seemed to have turned into an ocean, a wave surging and piercing across its surface. His heart stirred, and Ling Feng at once thought of Jebang of the Daoge clan, who had displayed such peculiar abilities when they had contended for the first life tablet.

Yuding patted Six Unlikenesses. "I originally didn't want to say this so soon, but since you're so hung up on your identity, I'll speak of it first." Six Unlikenesses looked at Yuding in confusion.

Things were not as optimistic as Long Zhiyan and Hong Shengcheng had imagined. At first everyone had watched with the attitude of spectators to a piece of gossip, but the spread of this plagiarism scandal surged overnight within a single day, and they seized the momentum to push it further, whipping up even more malicious hype around the matter.

The smile on Ye Wudao's face gradually widened. Encountering an old acquaintance in a city one was not exactly familiar with was, by any reckoning, a most pleasing thing.

Wukong stared blankly. "He really is formidable, it seems." Wujing wanted to say more. Ao Lie hurriedly handed him chopsticks. "Eat something first." Everyone was sweating—who would have thought Wujing could admire Kong Xuan and Yuquan to such a degree?

Guyun closed her eyes. She hoped she could feel this final moment of life with her heart.

It was true that Wangyue City had seventh-grade alchemists, but not a single one could refine a high-grade seventh-grade Rising Origin Pill. Even Li Xiao could not do it; he could only refine low-grade or mid-grade ones, and a high-grade one had never once appeared.

Mietian lightly pointed at the mountain wall, and at once a great hole burst open in it, as though piercing through the entire mountain.

Though he was under control, though Elder Dongfeng had spoken wildly, many of the people of South City still believed in Elder Dongfeng. This mayor had done a great many good deeds for South City—how could he possibly be a bad man?

The two thugs immediately rushed at Us. With a punch and a kick, Us knocked them flat, leaving them in such pain they could not get up.

Yetian watched Bai Lan's current appearance with keen interest, and gave it several more vigorous strokes. At last, he had stroked enough and stopped.

Even more, if everyone were to learn that Chu Feng had not only returned safe and sound, but had come back after slaying Shura of the Human Hell and Yama in turn, every last one of them would be frightened to death.

What powerful blood qi, what a powerful soul. If I could absorb his blood qi and soul, then could I take physical form? The black shadow gazed at Zhang Hao, a calculating gleam flashing through his mind.

In the distance, Mr. Li stood atop a rooftop, reaching up to wipe the sweat from his brow, shock still lingering in his eyes. Three moves—three moves to run Nakamura Kyōsei through. Was the man before him really Zhang Hao? Just how high was his strength, then? Was it above his own?