Episode 51: Quite the Vengeful Streak [Part One]

Because the old dragon was rolling in the air, Bear Big and Panda—two individuals who had already leaped to the top of the tree—found an opportunity to attack. Seizing the moment while the creature tumbled through the air, they directly jumped down from the tree top, and a massive door panel slammed squarely onto the old dragon's gigantic face.

"It's fine, I won't be scared. I'll just go in and take a look." Qin Ran let go of Sprite's hand and walked straight into the house.

Li Chunhao smiled slightly and shook his head slowly. At this moment, Li Chunhao's condition was vastly inferior to how he had been a month and a half ago during the Feast of Ultimate Bliss.

"Alright, no need to say that much, let's go!" Du Moyuan reached out, grabbed Du Kao, and pulled him directly into that alternate dimension! But as soon as they entered, they saw Leona charging toward them with a greatsword raised to slash.

Lin Qingqing could not bear to listen any longer, her smiling face instantly darkening. "What did you say? Do you believe I'll beat you up?" She made as if to rush forward, but was stopped by Xia Xixi.

"Du Moyuan?" Kesha said with a trace of uncertainty. After all, several tens of thousands of years had passed, and she had practically forgotten all unimportant names and details.

Therefore, when Song Tingchuan walked out of the fitting room wearing a light blue shirt, Su Nan's first reaction was one of sheer astonishment.

Hearing this news, Guo Yan's expression remained unchanged, but his rapidly heaving chest revealed the extreme anger he was currently suppressing.

This was an offensive spirit array—the Five-Dragon Yin-Yang Array. Although it was called the Five Dragons, it was actually composed of four separate spirit arrays combined together.

Regrettably, Ye Qiu could only sense Niner's plight here, and was unable to perceive the location where the other portion of the Great Dao's will was being infused.

When Ye Yingmei and I quietly crept to the perimeter of the estate, we found it deathly quiet. Only a single everlasting lamp in the large courtyard emitted a faint, dim light, and it was precisely by relying on this meager illumination that Ye Yingmei and I managed to avoid taking the wrong path.

At that moment, a knock sounded on the door. The knocking was not loud—three light taps, followed by silence.

After Yun Nuobing dodged the terrifying sword strike, a freezing storm whipped up. Across the sky, the earth, and in all directions, towering peaks of ice abruptly materialized, sandwiching Jian Nanxing in the middle and crushing down upon him.

He Dongyi only ladled a bowl of fish soup for himself and drank it very gracefully. Seeing this in her eyes, Tong Nian felt this was the fundamental difference between the two of them; this man appeared noble no matter the circumstances.

Kaka, who was in charge of treatment and rescue, happened to pass by and stopped to ask about Yan Tingting's physical condition. Yan Tingting immediately grabbed him and demanded to know the current situation of the battle.

It was no wonder Rebecca was so surprised. Although she was not as familiar with Wuchen as Sylvia and Aigaion were, they at least considered each other ordinary friends. This was the first time the guy had ever spoken to her in such a stern tone.

I took a deep breath, then turned my head to look at the bloody corpse Zhenpo by the pool of water. She was still standing there quietly. I asked again, "What exactly do you want? Why do you keep staring at me?" Knowing that the Zhenpo was capable of speech, I held onto the hope that she would speak.

Not good, she's trying to escape by self-detonation! Sensing this, Phantom no longer charged forward, but instead instantly spun around and sprinted back. The opponent was also at the peak of the Blood-Exchange Realm; once she chose to detonate herself, it would unleash boundless power, and even someone of her caliber would perish here.

"What?" My brows instantly locked together. Yingzi had gotten into a BMW with fake license plates, and now she had returned safely—what on earth was going on here?

The Goblin City Lord's current stalling and refusal were not solely driven by the bloody lesson of "seniors" that made him hesitant to act rashly. In fact, as the goblin profiteer had stated, any neutral merchant foolishly meddling in the disputes between the two major factions was making an unwise move.

The weapons on both sides were quite comparable, but the quality of the personnel differed vastly. The elites brought down the mountain by Yu Guangxin and his companions were the cream of the crop, and their marksmanship left the Japanese soldiers trailing miles behind.

"A-Rin, what flavor of popcorn do you want?" Utsuho Reiuji asked cheerfully, holding a crucible in one hand while gathering nuclear energy with the other.

The longsword shattered instantly upon contact with the dark death ray. It held out for a mere breath's time before being pulverized into cosmic dust by the terrifying power contained within the dark death ray, leaving not even a single metallic grain behind.

Unlike Murong Xiao, who absorbed the elements and energy of heaven and earth to convert them into True Qi and Sword Qi like an Eastern martial cultivator, the opponent's method of manipulating energy leaned closer to hellfire, and even included some elements that Murong Xiao had encountered before but still found somewhat unfamiliar.

Seeing the opponent's previous strike, Chen San asked himself that if he were to spar with them, his winning odds would not even reach thirty percent. Perhaps if he unleashed the Flame Emperor Avatar, he would have a chance, but the opponent's flying sword had not even been deployed yet. One could only imagine just how high the quality of a flying sword belonging to such a genius disciple must be.

The fallen angel soul residing on the surface of the skin under Murong Xiao's ribs also began to stir restlessly, emitting eager and impatient urges as it displayed an intense yearning.

Francis was merely an intermediate swordsman with limited eyesight; being able to see clearly a few kilometers away was already his limit, and even then, things appeared somewhat hazy. Anything further away could only be vaguely perceived, completely blurred out.

After all, apart from the Multicolored Silkworm Light Robe, he possessed numerous spells and weapons he had yet to employ—treasures he had acquired from various wondrous encounters in his past.

Instantly, those eighty-one flying swords surged into the void in unison, then swept back down. As they dived, they scattered one by one, trapping both Xiao Yimo and Tong Yao within the sword array.

In the Great Thunderclap Temple, there were no longer any living Arhats or Living Buddhas; only the temple remained. However, the temple still housed statues of the Tathagata, Arhats, and other Bodhisattvas, along with quite a few monks, and the incense offerings remained thriving.