099 The Sun’s Revenant Bird Descends!

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With just one exchange, Dark Malik’s health plummeted into an extremely dangerous three-digit value—700 points! The perilous state of his life meant that, under the latest punishment of the dark space, Malik’s entire body was sent flying five or six meters! The moment he landed, the powerful impact made him roll several times before finally coming to a halt. (For now, forget the protagonist’s protective measures.)

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The entire dueling arena, including—

“But, Taoist, I still don’t quite understand. Although I listened to a lot just now, my mind is still utterly confused!” Pang Hanhai said.

“Yes, sir, I haven’t left the criminal’s side for a moment to keep watch, so I didn’t even have time for lunch,” Si Kong Zhengqing said.

Seeing those corpse puppets, the Blood Demon Sovereign’s eyes flashed with disdain. He turned his head and shouted at Blood Ling.

Was this really just eating preserved plums? He could tolerate him putting his fingers in her mouth, but after barely a few bites, he suddenly kissed her—what was that supposed to mean?

“Hah! I’ve recently mastered some formidable divine powers and would like to spar with you all,” Zhen Meili declared, her gaze sweeping over the titans of the divine race on the other side.

Witnessing this, Murong Tianxue grew tense. Perhaps the Mountain Shifting and Thunderbolt Techniques could blast away two suns, but the problem was that Chu Yang’s hands were still flesh and blood—one touch and they would be destroyed by the intense heat.

Therefore, generally speaking, those on the Path of Divinity only cultivated their own divine arts and would not covet the techniques of others, regarding them as nothing more than scraps.

Director Zhang cursed under his breath behind them, but Gu Qingkuang shot him a sharp look. No matter how angry Director Zhang was, he didn’t dare utter another word—Gu Qingkuang had broken his right hand the moment he arrived; how could he not be afraid?

Yet, this was merely Zhen Meili’s prejudice. Anyone who could become the Heavenly Emperor possessed both immense strength and extraordinary wisdom; it was only in Zhen Meili’s eyes that they seemed like fools.

Before Zhang Daoling could finish his sentence, Shou Min poured a ladle of porridge onto the ground, tossed his steamed bun down as well, and stomped on it, snorting coldly at Zhang Daoling.

If Lin Xiaoguang hadn’t been so exhausted in mind and body and unwilling to go out wandering, Huang Zhonglei would have already gone out to enjoy himself with his sisters—instead of sulking in his room, drinking.

With a plop, Green Lotus fell to her knees, as if startled. She seemed to want to speak but couldn’t, her words tangled and incoherent.

The sudden appearance of the corpses threw Chu Shanshan and Xia Weifeng into panic, their faces changing color yet again.

A misty whiteness, like the sea of consciousness of an ordinary cultivator, suffused with grand, primordial Dao force from within, made one’s own sea of consciousness feel incomparably comfortable—like basking in the morning light, warm and gentle.

Ouyang Bingxue was deeply moved. “Thank you all for your help. I have something to attend to downstairs; you take your time with your drinks.” With that, she left the table and departed.

Recently, Grand Elder Gu had become famous. No one knew which supreme elder had spread the news of Gu Feng defeating the head of the Heavenly Heart Sect, but now all of Falling Star Sect knew.

“All right, master, goodbye.” Urged along by his master, You didn’t hesitate any longer and flew out of the Cold Pavilion.

“That’s true. Actually, being with you has been the happiest time of my life. I love talking with you, love seeing you smile—you really look wonderful when you do,” Chen Haotian said.

Li Hongdao summoned his Jade Zither, rose a hundred meters into the air, sat cross-legged, and placed the zither on his knees. Not to be outdone, Chu Xuanyin also ascended to a hundred meters, manifesting her Earth Zither. The Earth Zither was entirely black with golden edges, and a white plum blossom was painted on its front.

“That is the leader of the Solitary Moon Dynasty—Gu Ling,” Luo Yu said gravely, staring at the silhouette.

Somewhat puzzled by what they were discussing at such length, Lin Jinghao glanced at Lin Mu several times, noticing his serious expression, as if they were discussing something of great importance.

At this thought, she lowered her head, wiped the sweat from her palms, as if making up her mind about something.