Pfft. Zhao Zilong could not help laughing when he heard that. The look he gave the Fourth Consecrated One grew even more teasing as he said mockingly, "Why are you so worked up, Fourth Consecrated One?"
Hearing Zhao Zilong's tone, the fury in the Fourth Consecrated One's eyes intensified at once. Zhao Zilong grinned. "My..."
After several grown men searched for ten minutes without finding it, Fu Chengjue began to grow anxious, especially with Li Zhen and Yin Qiao making sarcastic remarks nearby.
Luo Chenyang paid no attention to her cold expression. Perhaps because he had gotten something sweet out of Gu Yanfei earlier, he was practically glowing with delight.
Before Qin Huan could finish speaking, she met those eyes. Though he wore a mask, Qin Huan recognized him at once—Qin Zhenghai.
"Brother Xiao, why not just lock them up here and release them after we crush Cao Ze on Sunday? Wouldn't letting them go now add another risk?" Zhou Yao asked in confusion.
Tengyin Ren lowered his head and lifted his sleeve, unexpectedly producing a Withered Yellow Wood Sword that looked extraordinarily crude. Its blade was battered and pitted, as though some monster had chewed it up and spat it back out.
Seeing the Head of Yuanzhao, Ancient Xi Gong, kneel before the current Divine Emperor, the assembled deities immediately followed suit and knelt. With their heads lowered, they glanced sideways at one another, saying nothing.
Since there had been no mistake, Zhao Yuhuan's matter had to be absolutely true. It was time to seriously consider what Brother Lu Fei had mentioned last night.
Elder Xiao's heart tightened. A child not even ten years old—just how much had he endured before the Tianzhen Emperor to be able to possess all this today without harm?
Of course, such phenomena were