Volume 1, Chapter 131: Mu Feifei's Finishing Move

Chu Ming gazed at Mu Feifei’s adorably cute expression, a restless flutter stirring within his heart.

Both were realm-level domain spells: the former caused sluggishness, while the latter inflicted a continuous burning state, dealing considerable damage.

Hearing Bai Yusheng’s words, Fu Longxuan suddenly burst into laughter and then applauded the two.

“Is this edible?” Zhang Mi Dao frowned slightly upon seeing Lu Chen taste the juice. He had nearly forgotten to mention that the Southern Green Fruit was the favorite food of the Ironclad Boar.

Well, setbacks were good for the young; besides, the Sichuan restaurant’s kitchen was still in need of an assistant cook.

This was the true essence of the football field—a place brimming with cold ruthlessness and fierce passion, a birthplace of heroes.

As the voice fell, the poet’s flesh and blood, soul, the harp in his hands, and all traces, legends, and memories of his existence were utterly consumed by the overwhelming force of destruction, dissolving into nothingness.

Xiao Lang’s words left Hua Ming dumbfounded. Brother Xiao was simply too domineering, daring to speak so boldly before the boss—did he not wish to stay in the business?

Bodhi shook his head quietly, having come to understand. When it came to accepting disciples, one must choose those obedient and mediocre. As long as they were capable, preaching throughout the Three Realms would suffice. Perhaps their cultivation wouldn’t reach great heights, but as disciples of the Jade Void Sect, did they really need high cultivation to roam the Three Realms?

The Lion Camel King was briefly stunned, then quickly reacted. Who could truly be foolish enough to cultivate to such a level? The Lion Camel King merely avoided pondering such matters. Now, upon reflection, how could he still be in doubt?

The two commanders near Mo Ziqi sneered coldly upon hearing this, clearly distrusting the commander before them. After all, General Li Shao was a cunning man, and they dared not guarantee this one was any different.

The spot where Yang Zhi fell was over ten meters away from where Jiang Fan had previously sat. Jiang Fan had moved there in an instant? What speed was this?

“Hu Xiangchun is my great-grandfather. How do you know my great-grandfather’s name?” the man asked Ye Wudao.

As they walked, suddenly, a figure flashed across the sky—a ghostly apparition dashed toward them with incredible swiftness. Blue Rain Butterfly and Chen Mengqi had not yet reacted when a grotesque ghost face appeared right before them.

But just as it swam out less than ten meters, its body shuddered violently before being crushed into a pulp by the surrounding spatial forces.

Xu Tian soon received news from Xiao Bojun and felt greatly relieved by his decision. It was correct and closely aligned with his own thoughts. Xu Tian increasingly felt that Xiao Bojun resembled him more and more—winning battles was not just about bravery but also about using one’s mind.

Due to the protective barrier, even he could not see clearly inside, only sensing that Xiao Yan was frantically absorbing the surrounding surging energies of heaven and earth. Though not necessarily bad, given the involvement of the strange flames, he dared not let his guard down.

“Hahaha, Gu Qingxing, do you still refuse to give up? Though I am exhausted now, I have achieved my dragon form. How can any mortal weapon harm me!” The evil dragon spoke, a hint of pain flickering across his face before transforming into a blue light and swiftly fleeing into the distance.

Seeing someone dare to block his path, the old man instantly grew furious. His beard, reaching his chest, suddenly swayed, and a cataclysmic aura surged fiercely from his body.