Chapter 120: Taking a Detour!

In the provincial capital, an Audi A8 was crawling along at a snail's pace.

“Not there yet?”

The man seated in the back gently raised his eyebrows, voicing his question.

His commanding voice caused beads of sweat to form on the driver’s forehead, who quickly responded,

“Doctor Li, we should arrive in about fifteen minutes.”

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“I want to take a shower…” Jian struggled weakly until he could struggle no more, finally giving up and panting as he glared at him, his face flushed like blood.

Though he had never valued Chu Yunshang much over the years, Chu Xi was well aware of her character and methods.

But there was no choice; the man's tormenting techniques could drive anyone mad, until they lost all sense of what they were doing and completely let go.

If Xue Wushang had appeared not as a friend of Dongfang Yue but as a general of the Northern Empire, they would have swarmed forward, vowing to fight to the death.

He didn’t even get a clear look at the creature just now before being struck out.

A strange sensation arose within Feng Qingyue’s heart, gradually weakening her resistance.

“Th-this is a... a refined spiritual wood?” Ling Xiao’s eyes trembled as he gazed upon the nearly three-meter-tall spirit wood. At that moment, he was truly blinded by its radiant aura; the subtle mist and brilliance emanating from the refined spiritual wood pierced his eyes with a sharp sting.

“Indeed, a fine horse with a soul.” Feeling the excited neighs of the Cloud Soaring Steed, Ling Xiao expressed his admiration.

He remembered the only time his master had smiled was at home, when he received a mysterious gift from the person his master cared for most.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Blood mist burst from the heads of three leopards in an instant. The sword intent pierced through the three leopard skulls effortlessly. These terrifying black leopards were easily slain before Ling Xiao.

One by one, viewers left the livestream room, tired after watching a full day of battle. It was already past midnight.

Unfortunately, the shadow vortex they encountered was merciless; it would not release the energy within the crystal simply because of a trembling sob.

Nearby, Tian Ci’s complexion improved somewhat as he stared intently at the two locked in battle. Besides astonishment at the stone’s skill, his brows furrowed slightly in puzzlement.

Qin Shou followed the Way of Heaven, cultivated virtue, and saved mortals. He would not act as a saint who confused good and evil and repaid evil with kindness.

“What a clever trick, the Cicada Shedding its Shell.” Outside the stone coffin, a hundred skulls shot out simultaneously, rushing in all directions.

It must be understood that the towering pillar of light was no ordinary phenomenon; it was a channel formed by the Dark Demon Mourning Spirit Array upon activation, extracting the primal essence of the secret realm as a sacrifice. Severing this pillar would close the passage and preserve the entire secret realm.

“The nuclear warhead is too troublesome. Wang, let me cleave it with a sword of blazing light and solve it.” Yu Ling said.

Xie Tong leapt up, his fighting spirit surging to blast away the molten lava clinging to him. Pondering a strategy, Bai Suiling’s punches naturally stirred the surrounding spiritual energy, forming miniature whirlpools. Though the suction was slight, it was enough to disrupt Xie Tong’s attack and recovery, buying Bai Suiling precious time.

“Yes!” Zang Yunyan nodded slightly, then left Hu Yue’s side to rally his soldiers.

Despite everything, Zhao Han eventually persevered, especially as his physique, spiritual power, and soul adapted to the Heavenly Yang Earth Core Calamity, accelerating his refinement speed.

Within the Purple Star Domain, many recalled the origin of the domain’s name whenever they saw the place where the dragon and phoenix chorused together.