Do You Think His Holiness the Pope Is Old?

Spirit Kite Douluo moved with graceful steps, a faint smile appearing on her pretty face.

Fortunately, it wasn't Yuan Qingtian.

Feng Xiaotian let out a sigh of relief, only to see Huo Wu staring at him with a teasing look.

Feng Xiaotian felt as though she had seen through his thoughts, leaving him somewhat ashamed.

His face burned with pain, as if someone had slapped him hard across the face.

Huo Wu ignored him and turned to Spirit Kite Douluo instead. She pursed her lips slightly, hesitated for a moment, then finally clasped her hands in salute. "Senior."

She knew that any woman capable of following Yuan Qingtian was certainly no pushover.

Not to mention that even her father was somewhat wary of this woman.

So, although she was unwilling to lower her head, she could only...

Luo Yu knew Yun Shitian was beautiful, but he had never seen such charm before. He stared at Yun Shitian without even blinking.

He closed his eyes and breathed evenly. Every pore on his body opened up, absorbing the Spirit Energy in this cultivation chamber. Yet as time passed, he unexpectedly began to feel sleepy, and that drowsiness slowly, slowly spread through his body.

In this other time and space, Nangong Yu had given her love, while her father had given her familial affection—the family love she had longed for most, making up for a major regret in her life.

The defeat in Jingzhou was Gao Ping's fault, and Gao Ping had been recommended by Zhao Shu. If Jingzhou was only retaken after Guan Yu brought reinforcements, he would not be able to atone for his crimes through merit. Now, with the matter concerning Zhou Cang added to the mix, Guan Yu would not spare him. Therefore, he had to retake and seize control of Jingzhou before Guan Yu returned.

In the sky, a large green cauldron streaked past as a flash of green light. Seeing a massive cauldron flying overhead, the people below were all astonished. Noisy discussions rose without end—some sighed in wonder, some looked on enviously, while others dismissed it with disdain.

Fortunately, Xiao Yumiao had always spoken to Qin Xuanye without much politeness. So although Xiao Yumiao's tone was quite unpleasant this time, Qin Xuanye did not get angry.

Clang! His two claws crossed before him, forcibly blocking the incoming dagger. The bladed claws forged from Adamantine Iron could completely withstand the hardness of that green-grade weapon, but the immense force transmitted through the weapon surged down his arms and into his body in an instant, violently jolting his heart and lungs until stars burst before his eyes.

Mo Wuxi let out a deep sigh. Something seemed to ease from his eyes as he changed direction and rose into the air on his sword.

Could it be that the phoenix bloodline within her body exerted an irresistible pressure on all flying creatures?

But he had a fatal weakness: he feared fire. Even the tiniest spark was enough to reduce him to ashes in an instant.

At this moment, Chu Yun stood in the subzero night, his entire body chilled to the bone. Thinking of Ouyang Fu's persistence, a trace of warmth rose in his heart.

It was as if everything had gathered in Qing Xiu's palm. Streams of inner energy flowed into the Crescent Staff, as though the Crescent Staff were his own arm—familiar and powerful.

"Not exactly!" Rong Qi rubbed his nose. They had traveled for so many days already. By Da Ming's reckoning, they had crossed more than two prefectures. So much farmland lay desolate here; it truly was a pity. If this really were his territory, that would be wonderful.

"Yes." Yang Qingshan hurriedly lowered his head. Of all the girls, Yang Qingshan feared Lu Yao the most. This girl was serious about everything. After serving tea, he brought out some pastries as well, then finally reported his plan.

"We haven't said start yet." Yang Qingshan smiled, leaping onto the mountain of corpses and beginning to search for the command token.

That barely audible sound shattered the silence of the bamboo house in the forest. The man in green robes broke through the darkness, his figure flashing into view. The smile at the corner of his lips carried immense confidence, yet it was utterly captivating.

Standing atop the Dragon Spirit Sword, Qing Ling looked back. In the distance, a powerful and ferocious aura was unmistakably revealed, transforming into an explosive orange burst of energy that charged toward her.

"Why are you still willing to give me this sword when I won't help you?" Qin Ming asked in confusion.

The Seven Warlords of the Sea could act lawlessly, but there were limits. Without even needing to think, Sengoku knew what Crocodile was plotting.