Chapter 29: That Little Mutt Has Two Sides to Him

Yu Xia floated over to the proximity of the mental entity. Seeing that it was in a poor state, she kept a cautious distance to observe it. The little dog was filthy, its fur matted into clumps, whether by blood or some other grime, it was impossible to tell. It seemed to sense Yu Xia's presence; it lifted its head slightly, but upon seeing her, it lowered its head again, its eyes filled with numbness and distrust. Yu Xia observed for a moment and noticed that placed around the cage was a—

"You’re asking for death!" The young man’s face was twisted with fury as he pointed his sword at Mo Feng. Mo Feng spun his battle-axe, ready to strike.

Griffin dared to claim he understood the gods; while he appeared humble, it was actually a different kind of arrogance. In this world, who else would dare to say such things?

In the center of the stands sat several soldiers clad in armor; they were generals from the Eastern Army. Strictly speaking, they fell under Zhao Fan’s jurisdiction within the Eastern Army.

The battle was intense, shaking the heavens and earth. Zhao Yan’s cultivation realm was higher than Zhao Fan’s, and his power was incredibly overbearing. He had kept Zhao Fan suppressed throughout, leading many on the scene to believe that Zhao Yan could easily crush him.

He only needed to find a pace for comprehension that allowed him to grasp the manifestations of the universe quickly without exhausting his mental energy too severely. By mastering this balance, he could not only contemplate the cosmic phenomena for a long time but also greatly avoid the risk of mental exhaustion caused by losing himself.

"Poison pills? Mo Feng, is that all you’ve got?" The man paused, then grinned hideously. Using such low-level tactics as poison pills—did he think he would be afraid?

Ye Wushuang signaled for Zhao Fan to pay respects with him. Zhao Fan did not refuse and bowed slightly to the elder of the Ye family. The man was a senior figure and also Ye Qiurou’s grandfather; this gesture of respect was one he certainly deserved.

I didn't say much more, putting the nails away to examine the iron chains wrapped around her. "This is a bit troublesome," I said. "It will take some time." I studied the forbidden runes on the chains, committing them one by one to memory to deduce their nature.

He cared for nothing but his own art of cultivation. Now, being scorned by Li Tianle in front of so many disciples, he felt he had lost all face.

He raised his "Ice Spring Spear" and thrust it toward a group of foreigners. As the tip reached the chest of the first man, he gave his wrist a slight flick. The spear acted like a drill, piercing through the first man’s chest and out his back, then continuing to run through the chests of the second, third, and fourth soldiers.

The Three Heavens were finally struck with panic. They had not expected their weaknesses to be pierced through by Ye Lingfeng, and for this reason, they scrambled to block him.

The voice was all too familiar; it was Yue Rundong, a junior fellow student of Zhou Xiangyu, one of Han Muxia’s many pupils.

After all, only Zhang Zhankui and Mr. Zhong had attempted to take Wang Yishun’s pulse, hoping to find a trace of the poisoning within the faint beating of his veins.

Phoenix had an urge to give Ye Lingfeng a sound beating, but she was no match for him.

I still remember the first time I saw her. Snow was falling, and the cold glare of her snow-blades lit up the surroundings. Even when facing several top powerhouses of Xuanzhou, and the Spirit Void Painting God who had crossed the river of time, she stood with unwavering pride, refusing to retreat.

Sir William tilted his head, and dozens of Necro-folk rushed in another direction; they were likely trying to find another path to the surface to investigate what was happening above.

Such a look should not have existed in his eyes. How could he view me and Xiao Ran as enemies?

Suddenly, the three pharaohs grew angry. They had originally not wanted to participate in this battle, but as things stood, even if they didn't want to, it was no longer possible.

Although everyone present was filled with indignation, in the presence of these super-powerhouses, they were as silent as cicadas in winter; no one dared to make a sound.

Li Kui remained sitting cross-legged on the ground. The prefect knew this man’s nature and, seeing that he was not causing trouble, paid him no further heed.