27 Going Home

Saint of Fire Spirits? Beidou frowned. Fire Spirit? Could it be Zhong Tianyou? Or perhaps a relative of his? The title of "Saint" implies a divine beast that has reached the level of a Holy Beast; it is unlikely to be Zhong Tianyou.

Watching the cheering angels, Wang Biao felt immense joy. Wasn't this exactly what they had hoped for while fighting on the front lines? The strength of the entire Angel race was not just the aspiration of the Archangels, but the wish of all angels. Now, they seemed one step closer to that goal.

A brutal battle immediately broke out. Every fallen angel had to face at least two dragons. Most of the fallen angels were barely holding on; those with the upper hand were few and far between.

Although it was common in this era for girls of twelve or thirteen to be wives, her preconceived notions made it impossible for her to adapt. At fourteen, she was still a fledgling bird protected by her parents, knowing nothing of hardship or love.

Taking the wine glass, Zhao Hongde and the Chief drank simultaneously. Seeing this, Wang Jun and the others followed suit; if the Chief drank, there should be no problem, and with a killing god like Liang Dong present, they wouldn't dare refuse even if they had the courage.

Lin Feng was no fool; he certainly wouldn't do that. But this time, he was truly tempted and did not want to let this opportunity slip by.

Lan Si's roaming dragon spear split into three sections, entangling Martin's twin blades. Taking advantage of the momentum, Lan Si launched a continuous barrage of attacks.

Although they tried their best, Garcia had a head start, and the distance was not great. The four behind them never caught up to Garcia, which filled them with hatred. That bastard was actually hogging the spoils; it was simply outrageous.

Gu Xiaobei giggled like a child, pulled two red bills from the wallet, returned it to Li Haonan, and dragged Chen Shuang away.

A series of explosions rang out. The giant elephant's trunk swung rhythmically, clashing with Su Xuanyuan. Thick tusks pierced into Su Xuanyuan's thunder armor, yet they could not destroy it, nor could they stop the thunderous power from seeping into his body.

Since Nan Yi had agreed to a blind date, Zhang Fenglan planned to secretly bring Gao Shuzhen along... In the coming days, she needed to let Gao Shuzhen talk and interact with Nan Yi more.

Ye Fan knew that fierce battles were inevitable, and if they stayed by his side, he would not be able to protect them.

The one who harmed her mother was a powerful and unshakable existence in the capital; having some soldiers and generals by her side was not a bad thing.

Such lowly and unpresentable status would not even have been worthy of mention by them in the past.

Dazzling chains of laws instantly extended from his back, weaving through the void into long dragons that soared forward.

Just as Meng Zhan was considering whether to take this opportunity to cripple Pei Qingfeng, a voice rang out.

Lin Chen had not expected his brother-in-law to be so cooperative, actually using the excuse of a return banquet for the courtyard residents to host the wedding feast for his sister.

Once arrangements were made, the army of one hundred thousand swept from west to east, moving toward the last remnants of the Jiangdong forces.

Su Xuanyuan could not help but picture the white bones he had seen earlier. If he were caught in such a killing formation, he would likely have perished before even having a chance to react.

That white phantom was a ghost; its resentment was deep, though its yin energy was faint. While it was not an evil spirit, one could not rule out the possibility of it turning into a vengeful spirit. Moreover, for such deep resentment to persist in an abandoned building, the likelihood of revenge was extremely high.

What was the reason that the spiral throwing spear, which should have had increased power, only performed slightly better than a standard spear?

It could be said that the Imperial family of the Titanium Empire was currently in a vacuum. The legacy left behind by Emperor Titanium Shilong could not be used without the "Blood of God." The vast heritage had been preserved in the Titanium Empire for hundreds of thousands of years, yet no one had been able to unlock it.

"Heh, as expected of one of the few rising stars on the continent. In this battle, you have bested me." Nan Feng Wushang smiled calmly, his tone filled with loss. As he spoke, the spatial封锁 created by the clash of the two lawless realm experts dissipated, ending the eerie, silent atmosphere.

Of course, he only dared to criticize Shui Yingyao in his heart; saying it aloud might invite a beating. Thus, on the surface, Wang Xu remained respectful, nodding and bowing as he requested Senior Shui to personally guide his ghost-catching techniques.

Under the sun, the bloodstains had long dried, and their scent grew fainter, causing the zombies to gradually lose their way.

"Damn it!" Li Xianlong, pulling back to dodge, immediately felt the immense force from Bailian Hongtian's hidden blade, especially the strange energy that swept through his aura, making him feel the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

"Damn it, I've lost all face this time." Recalling his performance last night, Li Bi felt it couldn't have been him; surely someone must have been impersonating him.

"Aura-grade branch student, Luo Jiaxin." Elder Lu accepted Phillips' salute with composure. After Phillips retreated to his academy's formation, he called out the next student.

Two days later, the Radish Legion finally arrived at Lanhans Island. Mengwu Yaorao, who hadn't seen land for so long, nearly shed tears of joy; she jumped off the ship while it was still several miles from the island, stepping on the water to run toward it.

Although the underground base was excellent in every aspect, it lacked the cycle of day and night and received no sunlight. After staying for just fifteen days, he found it unbearable.

After Wang Bai spent 100 points to master entry-level marksmanship, he gained a profound understanding of using guns as weapons, as well as the weaknesses and flaws of such methods.

Chu Ziyu's gaze fell on Gu Ling'er once again. Gu Ling'er suddenly felt uneasy and immediately lowered her head.

The unity of heaven and man—since Jiumozhi could reach this realm, it meant he truly had hope of pursuing the final step of the Buddhist legends.

The usually gentle man seemed ignited by Su Nian'an; his kiss was no longer soft and lingering, but overwhelming, wild, and fervent, leaving one unable to resist—not at all like his usual self.

Tian Xue sighed softly and nodded. This idiot was truly spineless, capable of ruining everything he touched.

Zhang Chu was stunned on the spot. Before giving that bag of silver to Gu Ling'er, he had fantasized about what kind of surprise she would show, or what kind of admiring gaze she would cast upon him. He had never imagined she would refuse, or that she would be so indifferent about it.