Chapter 13124 — Apparently He Had Seen Quite a Few Fine Things

If one insisted on finding a flaw, the only flaw was that all three active skills came with preconditions, so they could not be used at will.

That was all.

Jiang Xiaoshang, watching from the side, curled his lip. "Nothing special."

Wei Zhao eyed him sidelong. "From that tone of yours, you sound like you have seen quite a few fine things?"

"Obviously."

Jiang Xiaoshang looked utterly disdainful. "Put it this way—Immortal Divine Gear may be a fine thing in your eyes, but your grandpa..."

The evil dragon was furious beyond measure. Before, it could still bully Lin Chen; now he could stand against it as an equal. No wonder he had dared to boast that he would fight it to the bitter end—perhaps this really would end badly for it.

"Hmph, I don't believe it." Yet a sweetness welled up in Dongfang Ruxue's heart. She had never hoped for the world's grandest wedding; she would be satisfied if the man could simply give her one.

"Greetings, brothers. I come bearing invitation cards on behalf of the Tongtian Merchant Guild!" The young man reached into his robe and handed over an exquisite invitation card, upon which the seal of the Tongtian Merchant Guild was indeed engraved—something no outsider could imitate.

The doctor was right. For an ordinary person, obtaining fresh blood of the same type was as hard as climbing to the heavens, but for John it was merely a matter of one phone call.

Gu Shaochen's somewhat hoarse voice reached Wen Rui's ear. Yi Bei greeted him and entered the office.

Lin Chen's mind sank into a mysterious realm, transcending the constraints of his physical martial body, and through his divine power of thunder he delved deep into the power contained within.

"Damn it! If anything happens to my father, I swear I will make the Huangpu clan pay the most terrible price!" Lin Chen gritted his teeth viciously, then drove the lone eagle, concealing his aura, and descended through the sky from far away.

The roar circled above the dense forest, yet not a single word of answer came back. The atmosphere sank into an eerie silence, and all the demon cultivators—especially the demon kings and their ilk—felt an inexplicable panic rise in their hearts.

Everyone's eyes lit up. Only when they saw Lin Chen and Sima Tianyun appear did some hope finally return to them.

For a time, silence settled over the surroundings; even the sound of the wind brushing past seemed so very clear.

It was nothing but a farce. The idle onlookers who had gathered to watch dispersed soon after, yet Ye Fantian and his party had still been noticed.

Pan Yuhong was deeply vexed that he had not raised his guard earlier, and now he found himself in a passive position. As for Mei Xuelian, she too felt a touch of regret—regret over her earlier decision. She had thought that with such a formidable skill as the Art of Illusion, protecting Pan Yuhong would be an easy matter.

"One tree." Qing Hong stood with her hands clasped behind her back, gazing proudly at the giant tree that had been split black and charred by lightning, crumbling inch by inch into smoke before the clear wind. A bloodthirsty gleam flickered in the depths of her eyes. She might not necessarily want the lives of the Wood Sect and the others, but she was absolutely determined to teach them a lesson they would never forget.

At that moment, a thought stirred in Ye Feng's mind, and the sword net hanging above his head shot down at once, enveloping the flying bird within it.

"Baldy, how are you feeling now?" Though he had no strength left and could not stop Mingxin from continuing to encroach, Pan Yuhong felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, so he spoke quite lightly.

Sure enough, just as Mei Xuelian had expected, that shameless woman still had strength to spare. Seeing that Mei Xuelian could actually blunt the temptation, she now exerted her power with all her might.

"You do something wrong, and you can still be so self-righteous about it?" Song Jingqiao pulled a black pistol from his pocket and toyed with it in his hand, his face full of flippant mockery.

Over the years, Ye Song had lived too comfortably, never suffering the slightest physical pain, and she had become a person afraid of pain. No matter how hard she exerted herself, it was still not enough—until at last she clearly felt she was utterly spent, with one foot already stepping into the King of Hell's domain.