Chapter 160: Dragon Shadow

As the griffin soared higher into the sky, the rapidly approaching tide of magic already appeared at the edge of the horizon.

Everyone's gaze followed the griffin, and thus they were the first to witness that advancing black line.

Every conscious person stood frozen in place with wide-open mouths, an ominous premonition enveloping every single heart.

"What... is that?" Mien asked with a trembling voice.

His vision was exceptional, capable of discerning...

Since his mother did not feel the noise was bothersome, as a son, he certainly could not forcibly change her hospital room. Moreover, Li Zixiao was a very obedient child who always listened to his mother, and would never act arbitrarily without obtaining her consent.

After sending the message, she still felt somewhat resentful and sent another one: Where are you? I'll come find you.

Jun Lingchu withdrew his gaze, looked at Gao Yue with a sneer, furrowing his brow as his voice turned deep and cold, "Today, out of respect for my aunt, I won't bicker with you. Hmph!" With that, he flicked his sleeve and strode away.

The unusual commotion over here drew the attention of others. Zhou Yuan was the first to run over. Since Zhou Yuan and Gu Hong shared a very close relationship, he prepared to step in swiftly. While Zhou Yuan was still at a distance, Shen Jun thought to himself, Farewell! And promptly slipped away to avoid trouble.

The atmosphere grew exceptionally quiet and tense at that moment. After seeming to brew for a long time, that figure let out a long breath and slowly began to speak.

Even his internal organs suffered severe trauma under this immense force, but Yang Chen felt this was not yet his limit, so he did not halt his reckless actions.

A faint silhouette stood outside the window. Ye Zhen was startled, just as she was about to call out to Wei Cheng. However, that silhouette lazily spoke up, "It is this prince." Jun Ninglan stood leisurely outside the window, hands tucked inside his sleeves against the cold. He maintained that posture of utmost laziness.

The Chu family, a super clan, resided within the sphere of influence of the Zhongtian Gate, and a conflict between such super factions could truly be considered a major event.

Their robes fluttered in the wind and their demeanors were ethereal as immortals, yet right now, they all looked at Qi Ming with grave expressions.

A powerful force struck the exact same spot once again. This time, with a muffled thud, the scale shattered completely.

Upon hearing Sheng Chang's words, that Madam Su immediately beamed with smiles, bowed toward Pan Shi, and then turned to step outside to wave others over.

Du Xuemin hesitated, remaining silent for a long time, until Gao Xu finally accepted the invitation on her behalf. Guo Xin asked her out for dinner after he finished his final exams in a couple of days.

This was a square room, completely empty except for the two of them, seemingly devoid of anything else at all.

What kind of person could survive from antiquity down to later generations, holding the very power of the world in their hands?

Ever since the Qixi Festival last time, the guards of the Prince's estate had grown even stricter. At present, trying to leave the estate without causing a stir was probably impossible, wasn't it?

People from the same district would, to varying degrees, hold a bit of hostility toward her; if she could be knocked off her pedestal, they would certainly be more than happy to see it happen.

The entire village seemed to have mobilized. By noon, the name "Ermo" was suspended in the sky above the village, called out alternately by various different voices.

"I learned that ages ago, alright?" Lin Jian said helplessly. Lin Menghen genuinely had plenty of leisure time when he was free. After all, having survived from over a thousand years ago through the era when only a single person stubbornly sustained the lineage, and with the Lin family branches now spreading out into countless intricate roots, he certainly had the right to demand some rest.

Upon hearing Elder Fei's words, Leng Feng dialed the phone of a soldier he had arranged in advance within the Northwest Theater Command right in front of him.

An army possesses a military soul not through sweating profusely on the training grounds or attending daily ideological lectures. It must be birthed through countless drops of blood and tears in the face of death, and then forged together by victory after victory.

Being the core of this formation, Yin Yang gave a single command, and the remaining three simultaneously hurled the hand seals they held. In the blink of an eye, the entire sea of consciousness churned like a tempestuous river, and wave upon wave of surging energy surged forward like rolling tides.