Volume 1, Chapter 56: Overbearing and Dominant

Furthermore, those who eliminated the regulars were precisely the Tang siblings.

Luoshan was both startled and furious.

He never expected that the Tang siblings would dare to return.

They truly possessed the guts of bears and leopards.

Did they really think the more than ten thousand members of the Four Seas Society were useless good-for-nothings?

Only a very few newcomers knew that no one was more reliable than him, such as Leia and Yang Jingchu.

If such an event were to occur once again, then Chang'an and the others would certainly possess a method to break it. The strength of this man had always carried a miraculous power, hadn't it?

The red-haired young man walked to the center of the hall, first sweeping his gaze across the surroundings. Seeing the large number of arrivals, a satisfied smile instantly appeared on his face.

In truth, Muxong’s interest in the "Martial Competition" itself was not very high; he merely felt that this matter had to be done, and he also needed to appear to attach great importance to it.

However, for him to be able to copy her talismanic script in such a short period of time, and even imbue it with offensive properties, showed a truly formidable talent.

"Playing God and acting like a ghost!" Gongping cursed. As his mind stirred, the demonic vital energy surged forth like a tidal wave. Bolstered by this assistance, the palm print in mid-air similarly radiated an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth.

After not knowing how much more time had passed, Muxong suddenly heard that melodious and lingering flute music once again, slowly drifting from the depths of his memories and gradually becoming clear.

Aer Li was completely unfazed. What she practiced was the orthodox Daoist technique, which emphasized tranquility and nature, and possessed an extremely strong suppression against heavenly demon illusions.

Zhou Tianle watched the car's taillights gradually disappear at the intersection and viciously kicked the tire of his own 911.

Yet, with such a precious cultivation secret art laid out before him, Fushengsheng’s first thought was not to claim it for himself, but rather to consider it for Ye Fengtu. This also proved that this person was not a selfish individual and was truly worthy of deep friendship.

As for the urban and peripheral areas of the truly fallen zone, because the demons and monsters were far too dense, the number of glowing points could no longer be distinguished. All that met the eye was a sea of blood, shining with a blinding and dazzling brilliance.

Could it be that their garrison commander had just led them to a glorious victory, only to inevitably perish within it himself?

The moment Zuo Yingguang laid eyes on Ning Zecheng, he already knew that today's objective could no longer be achieved.

As for Yun Feifei's miraculous content this time? Up until now, none of them had stepped forward to refute anything, which quite obviously meant they could find no evidence whatsoever.

The middle-aged man—or rather, Black Zetsu—smiled faintly. Having stirred up trouble in the shinobi world for over a thousand years, he had long since seen through human nature. Naturally, he also understood why the other party wanted to capture him: it was out of apprehension toward his Mayfly Technique. Yet, the more this was the case, the less he intended to explain.

In fact, it was not just Mount Mao; sects with a long-inherited history all shared similar aspects. These could be described as the untransmitted secrets of each sect, or even forbidden grounds, which they usually wished they could keep concealed from view. How could they possibly open wide the gates of convenience?

Had it been possible to seize it by force, the Supreme Mystery Sect would have been annihilated countless times by the various sacred lands. Our Daoist Sacred Land had once expended a tremendous price in hopes of acquiring the "Secret of Fighting," but in the end, it was all for naught.

Marsh Heavy Rain used his left hand to gently wipe his chin, where there was already a wound deep enough to reveal the bone.

Looking at the spacious interior of the tower and the pristine environment, Li Zhi took out the spoils of war he had just harvested.

Unfortunately, Bufan had heard too many sweet-sounding words. Besides, while General Bufan might harbor such a dream—what young boy didn't wish to enlist in the military and become a majestic, awe-inspiring general?—reality was, after all, reality, and Bufan did not know what the future held.

Hearing this, Feng blinked her pretty eyes and said with some worry: What kind of place is this? This is the enemy's main camp, yet you are just strutting out so openly. Are you certain nothing will go wrong? Are you sure you can safely walk out of here like this? You lot certainly have boundless daring.