So Intense? Forced by Circumstances

"It... it's the Holy Son!"

A scream suddenly erupted from the crowd.

Someone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the female student who had shouted had her ample chest heaving nonstop, her eyes filled with hearts.

Shui Yue'er was a true-blue looks enthusiast.

Ever since seeing Yuan Qingtian once, she had forcibly dragged him into her dreams.

In her dreams, the man who had begged her for mercy now appeared before her again.

Alive and real!

She suddenly felt dizzy, goosebumps rising all over her body.

"It really is him..."

An unnatural flush also appeared on Shui Bing'er's cheeks. She unconsciously intertwined her small hands.

Perhaps she was too nervous...

"What exactly are you trying to say? That you trampled a former Myth beneath your feet, so you're proud of it?" Qiao Ming asked coldly.

Liu Hui anxiously looked down the concrete road leading into the village, but she could not see her son anywhere.

Poisonous Dragon Flies littered the ground... Zhan Buting had been right after all. These dead bastards were stingy as hell; they barely even dropped potions, let alone any good equipment... They were absolutely East Kunlun's misers.

Of course, Feng Yunlong did not advocate wiping Wang Shidan and the others out completely. He merely teleported them away. As for whether they were accidentally killed by someone outside, or happened to be bitten by an undead creature, that was just their own bad luck.

These human cultivators were not weak. Every one of them could swagger across Profound Star, establish a sect of their own, or serve as one of a sect's pillars. Yet figures like them could not withstand more than five moves against the One Hundred and Eight Demon Gods. That was enough to prove how absurdly powerful these demonic generals were.

But Li Feng truly had not made any inappropriate moves. Instead, he placed her in a seat, and the screen displayed information on the Wasp Needle Landuo City branch and terrain data for Landuo City.

After finishing the serious business, Xu Zhiqing seemed reluctant to stop. Without caring whose home this was, she pulled Qiaoqiao aside and began whispering secrets.

Just as they were about to continue fighting, the Magic Dragon suddenly stuck its rear into the air and planted its head against the ground. Its two claws waved about on the ground while its tail tucked beneath its backside.

If Wheel God Island and Fate Defying Royal City had not been irreconcilable enemies, and if the people here had not all deeply despised Bai Cangdong, whom the Fate Defying King had canonized as a saint, believing him to be humanity's great traitor, Bai Cangdong would not have needed to go through so much trouble to enjoy the Demon Wheel Spring.

Once Zhang Ruyun and the other two walked out of the cave, they saw that two groups were already locked in fierce combat on the hillside where immortal herbs had once been planted. Although one side had only two people, their sword light and divine lightning were overwhelmingly powerful. The other side had more people, but two had already fallen in pools of blood, while the remaining three could only barely hold on in place with the glow of their treasures.

The older a plant was, the more Spirit Energy it contained. This was also the fundamental reason why older Chinese medicinal herbs had more potent effects.

But after some conversation, Yang Bo answered fluently. He understood every technical detail like the back of his hand.

Hashirama Senju and Uchiha Madara hurriedly dodged aside. When they looked back, they saw that the four Truth-Seeking Orbs had broken free of their restraints and were flying toward them at high speed.

"Liu Ci, I intend to have Wan Cong go to the Dao Academy Lower Branch and remain by your side. Yan Zhi will go with you as well," Elder Wan said solemnly.

The original owner had followed the factory director's son away to study and knew nothing. When he returned after completing his studies and wanted to rescue Lu Wanqing, he discovered that Lu Wanqing was already terminally ill. After Lu's father and mother endured ten years of exile and returned, they could not bear the grief of white-haired parents burying their black-haired child. Within a few years, they too passed away.

At this moment, the child in his eyes seemed faintly coated in a layer of golden-red radiance. The flowing light within the child's body was linked together like threads, slowly circulating according to some pattern.

"A Li, Lei Tianqi will definitely come looking for me. I'm worried..." Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes held unspoken concern.

Yan Zhi was from Yudao City Yutian Hall. Under Song Yi's arrangements, he remained at the lower branch under the identity of someone learning handover procedures.

"Just like you, I hate the Lei Family. I hate Madam Lu too." Lei Jiaojiao smiled at Lu Yunyi.