Chapter 133: The Master Who Changes Faces

"Forget about you, senior; you cannot participate in the martial arts competition. It is that guy," the disciple said, moving aside and pointing at Dao Sansheng.

"Lead the way."

Dao Sansheng followed the disciple toward the arena, with Du Xuetao and Mo Lang trailing behind.

After the four of them left...

It had been exactly three years since they departed from Konoha. In these three years, no one had been idle; while Du Chong's strength had surged, Minato Namikaze had also mastered the Sage Mode.

The Qin army continued to charge, yet the group carved a bloody path through them, cutting straight across the center. The Qin soldiers could only watch from a distance, their nerves shattered by the heaven-piercing murderous aura radiating from the group.

He looked at me, remaining silent for a long time. I did not know what his true intentions were, and meanwhile, both inside and outside the tent, there was a deathly silence; no one dared to offer any counsel at such a moment.

"What has happened to the Second Imperial Prince's consort?" Xiaoxiao asked, growing nervous. Good heavens, she hadn't been forced by His Highness, struggled in vain, and then injured herself out of self-hatred, had she?

Before the words had even faded, Liu Qingyuan’s body suddenly swayed, instantly transforming into a phantom that hovered beneath Long Tianyi’s feet.

I remained silent, looking into his eyes, which were now veiled in a layer of glistening moisture...

It must be said that Master Songyun was truly generous to his disciple. He had left behind a pile of miscellaneous items—it was unclear if these were things the Master had used himself and, having now reached the Golden Core stage, no longer needed, so he simply gave them all to him. It was certainly a bargain for him.

"Let them go wait outside as well," Lu Fangfei said, glancing at Huanhuan and Xiaoxiao before looking at Liu Yunyun with a gentle expression.

Ye Qianmo looked at him in this state, and even though she knew he was putting on an act, her heart still ached. She gave him an annoyed look, then turned her head toward Prince Xuan with a flattering expression, intending to say a few words to smooth things over. To her surprise, Prince Xuan spoke first, causing her to swallow the words she had intended to say.

Just as we took out the return stones to teleport back to the city, the members of the King family stormed into the hall.

The roast goose, which had been more than half-eaten, was suddenly covered in a layer of ice crystals. A moment later, the intense, bone-chilling cold shattered the goose into fine, drifting powder.

A flick of a finger struck the back of Dong Yin’s head with a dull thud. He gasped in pain and dared not speak nonsense again.

"But how could an idiot learn supernatural abilities?" This was not only something Sun Zemin could not fathom, but also something Jiang Qicai could not comprehend.

"Hey, that won't do. Business is business; borrowed money must be repaid," Yang Yizhong insisted. The guards had no choice but to agree.

The Brave Cavalry Battalion, which had charged in first, encountered resistance less than three hundred paces into the camp. It was the Jin soldiers on night patrol who had arrived, gathering into the hundreds in the blink of an eye, which showed that these Jin troops were no weak force.

"You say that thing in your hand is called a gun?" The young man remained calm, his expression neither smiling nor serious.

"Fine, then what good ideas do you have? I can guarantee that if we are sucked into his mouth, both of us will perish, body and soul, with no chance of survival," Yu Haoran said, clearly well-acquainted with the fellow's schemes.

No, strictly speaking, there was no road here at all; it was just a series of unusually high, massive boulders standing chaotically and abruptly in the wilderness, forcing me to squirm through the gaps between the rocks like a loach.

Having just retreated, the superior feeling of being a God of Sorcery made Chi Yan stride forward again, pressing up to the face of the Daoist Duobao, and sneered, "What do you intend to do?" Chi Yan’s expression was arrogant, his gaze haughty, and he looked at Daoist Duobao with utter disdain.

"With Nangong Yutian of the Nangong family. This matter has already spread throughout the entire world of ancient martial arts in China. The Nangong family has issued hero invitations, inviting the masters of various sects and all the famous experts under heaven to their estate to witness the ceremony..." Wang Yan said.