Heat rose all around Wei Yuan. At this moment, several modified flying ships flew over, unfurling vast expanses of dark membranes that intercepted the heat, converted it into spiritual power, and supplied it to the workshops inside the vessels.
In mere moments, hundreds of engineering flying boats were hovering around Wei Yuan. While collecting the energy radiating from Wei Yuan's true form, they ran their workshops at full throttle; from time to time, newly forged dharma body puppets flew straight out of the flying boats to join the battlefield.
"Such ingenious design is indeed—
"Your Blossom Desire Palace has no ties of kinship or friendship with my Qianji Sect, nor do we share any past origins. What do you mean by calling me 'good sister'?" Mo Qingcheng looked up toward the horizon and asked.
Only then did Xia Ke become one hundred percent certain that she had truly succeeded, leaping up from the ground and dancing with joy.
Chahari instinctively raised his saber to slash, only to be struck in the face with a shovel by the newcomer, losing several teeth as his rotund body rolled onto the ground with a thud.
"You don't truly consider yourself the First Prince's subordinate, do you?" Fan remarked while building a fire.
Doudou had no idea what the Count intended by bringing her here, but she was intensely reluctant to stand in front of the mirror. Unluckily, the Count had her stand right before it. Fortunately, the Count told her to close her eyes; feeling as though she had narrowly escaped a disaster, Doudou hurriedly shut them.
It was precisely because of this that Chen Long had been able to knock Yu Chongtian flying just now; he had channeled all his internal strength into his hands without reserving a shred to protect his own body, which was how Yu Chongtian was sent flying by him.
Even the champion gladiator Patrick, who was accustomed to seeing wounds, found it hard to swallow. Only after hearing Ligu's explanation did he realize how lethal the potent venom on that dagger was to him.
Because he knew what Sanbai looked like, Lin Yu assumed the other two were individuals Sanbai had summoned through some special method.
"No, he went to have dinner with the Chao family. You don't need to worry about him—if you're going to worry, worry about those poor wretches," Du Meng sneered.
Yisheng pushed open the door and saw her father silently gazing at her mother's photograph. She called out, "Dad." Hearing her voice, Sheng Yuanhang turned his head, his face full of doting affection, and lifted her onto his lap.
The airship charged toward the control tower like a rabid tiger bursting from its cage. In just a few short seconds, no one had time to prevent this human tragedy, helplessly watching the ship slam into the tower. Not only did the airship itself erupt into a bright ball of flames, but the entire control tower was engulfed in fire.
This fist naturally belonged to Liu Jing. She didn't possess Lin Feng's patience to bother finding excuses; she never needed a reason to beat someone up. Besides, simply because the man before her dared to block her car, she felt he deserved a thrashing as a matter of course.
Early the next morning, as the first rays of sunlight shot forth from the east, the entire mountain range came alive with the sounds of chirping insects and singing birds. Everyone arose and set out on the final day's journey of this leg. Before nightfall, they finally arrived beneath the mountain gate of the Wuji Sect.
Wang Ping seemed to have timed it precisely, knowing that Lin Sheng no longer had any true qi left in his body. While he had continuously dodged earlier to evade Lin Sheng's edge, he was now launching fierce attacks straight at Lin Sheng.
During halftime, Scott gave no superfluous instructions—just one sentence: rest well, and in the second half, the three veterans will lead the squad into battle.
This teleportation only caused slight spatial fluctuations. Once the opponent cast teleportation, only a trace of fluctuation would remain in the space, and that trace would return to normal in a short time. No matter how formidable someone was, they lacked the ability to track the direction of that teleportation.
Such ardent anticipation, such arduous waiting, and now, it was she who had smothered their child with her own hands.
In other words, Patriarch Yuanhuang was completely aware of everything he had done. Xuanhe naturally harbored his own schemes at heart, but at least for now, the presence of Patriarch Yuanhuang's will was a crucial safeguard for him.
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