Chapter 161: The Faerie Dragon

No one knew who that person was, nor did anyone know whence that skeletal dragon came.

The only thing they knew was what was unfolding right before their eyes.

The people on the ground looked up toward the eastern sky. As if the sun were rising, the night sky was illuminated by a beautiful radiance, and the darkness was driven away by the light. When the dragon spread its wings, even the stars and the bright moon were eclipsed by it.

Before the dragon, the griffin of the White-Winged Knight looked as tiny as a single grain of rice.

After Ye Fan took his seat, the others sat down one by one around the spacious dining table, yet their gazes remained fixed upon him.

"If we don't understand, then please give us a hint, leader, so that we may die with clarity," Adams said helplessly.

Qi Feng's hands nimbly danced up and down, moving with a dazzling dexterity akin to a performance. Zhang Qianran stared blankly at Qi Feng's hands, completely dumbfounded. Since when did she ever know he had such a skill?

Jessica, who didn't get the joke, ignored Qi Feng, tilting her chin up with an expression that clearly said, "So what, this is just who I am."

If they could elevate their strength to the ideal state desired by Zhang Yifan before the end of the first season, that would naturally be for the best, sparing them from awkward situations.

Xu Ziyi delivered a cross into the penalty area, and Huang Yu headed the clearance away. Bonucci collected the ball and laid it off laterally to Chen Zihua, who had retreated outside the box. Taking a quick glance at the goal, Chen Zihua unleashed a long-range shot with his right foot.

Sai's outer eye corners twitched slightly, as though something deeply buried within his heart had been abruptly unearthed.

Amidst the eager gazes of the onlookers, Fan Xin, Xia Liu, and another young cultivator stepped onto the path leading to the Heaven-Reaching Gate.

Qi Yufeng secretly cursed inwardly as things took a turn for the worse. He had been so agitated while speaking with Ye Suiyun that he failed to notice Tang Xiyao approaching. At a loss for what to say, he simply stood there frozen.

He had finished purchasing his items, and there was nothing left in the Steel Cavern that he could currently acquire, so Zhang Yifan decided it was time to return.

"Fine, I'll give you one more day. You'd better keep your word, or else I'll beat you black and blue!" Lin Feng said, his tone laden with heavy threats.

In an instant, Li Zhicheng felt infinitely lighter. He had a sudden urge to shout out loud to release the joy bubbling up inside his heart.

However, this had nothing to do with Yun Jun. Rather, after New Year's Day, he suddenly felt a strange sense of disadaptation. The feeling... was as if his body had suddenly shed dozens of pounds.

His military boots struck the wooden floor, producing crisp, rhythmic, and hollow thuds.

"A bet is a bet. From here on, I'll follow your arrangements," Deng Lanyue said resentfully as she put away her curved blade. Though somewhat reluctant, she calmly accepted the reality that their plan had failed.

Xia Wanqiu directly took off her coat, and amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing a distinct red dot clearly marked upon her skin.

"That's good," Gongsun Yu smiled bizarrely. Suddenly, his fingers danced rapidly, weaving a hand seal, and a talisman materialized out of the void.

When he descended from the vault of heaven, the previously pitch-black scene choked by dark clouds had completely transformed into a vista of boundless skies and bright, sunny weather.

"Kill." Crocodile Supreme likewise released his control over the Star-Shattering Imperial Whip, reverting to his true form. He opened his massive, blood-ripened maw, wherein rows of ferocious fangs gleamed like incomparably sharp battle lances with a chilling light. With a gentle snap of his jaws, a vast expanse of the void was bitten away, and a hundred miles of the sky collapsed instantly.

Following Li Fengnian was Sun Binghu, known as the Tiger of Jiangdong, who vaguely held the title of the foremost figure in the Southeast.

The room was illuminated only by the dying embers within the stove, but a moment later, the lamps flared to life once more. A-shui pressed her palm against the lamp, and channeled by her internal energy, the flame burned brighter than ever before.

Could it be solely to make him wary of that elderly Poison Master of the Southern Domain, the Thousand-Eyed Insect?

Originally, she had no desire to speak with that uncle. It was nothing personal; she simply felt utterly wretched at the moment, in immense agony, desperately wanting to cry yet unable to shed a single tear. However, prompted by the bald uncle, a slight stir arose in her heart, and she answered almost by sheer instinct.