Chapter 13135 — So It Seems I Was Overdoing It

Fan Xiaotian, in particular, wore a face that shifted between light and shadow.

He had sealed the spatial passage with his own hands; the entire Fantian Secret Realm was his home ground. If Wei Zhao hoped to withdraw unscathed, he would have to resort to something on the order of a Heavenly Dao Pillar.

Yet the scene before his eyes was utterly beyond his comprehension.

He simply could not see how Wei Zhao had done it.

Mie Long was also taken aback for a moment, then shook his head with a foolish grin. "So it seems I was overdoing it."

He had gone out of his way to rush over and save the day, hoping to make Wei Zhao owe him a favor.

But now, looking at it...

Mucheng had always been a quiet place. Now that so many people of the jianghu had suddenly appeared, something was definitely about to happen. Yet the Yanyu Pavilion's intelligence had always been timely—why, this time, had not the slightest whisper reached them?

Lin Shuhui took the token and examined it closely, only to discover that it bore a dragon emblem and the character for "command"—this was a royal artifact.

A strange flying craft drew up to the gap in the wall: a bulging triangle enclosed within a ring, with a lamp at each corner—red, yellow, blue. The triangle revolved once every ten seconds, and the whole thing was about the size of a Land Rover. Who knew how large the lifeform inside might be.

"Who? Who? Who's there?" Grandma shouted loudly, while nervously watching the surroundings.

On this day, the sky was a washed, vivid blue, dotted with a few white clouds. The sunlight was not harsh, and a few gentle breezes drifted through the air—it was fair weather and bright sunshine.

Jian Quan came to Kong Xiaowu's bedside. After a period of treatment, he had recovered a great deal, and his complexion looked considerably better.

Hearing Liu Yi say this, Murong Qianqian nodded as well, and the two of them crouched to one side in silence. But just then, a surge of qi locked onto them both. Liu Yi and Murong Qianqian exchanged a bitter smile. The other party had not made a move, but there was no doubt—that Daoist had already discovered them.

When the first clan chief of the Blue Wolf Clan founded the clan, she had toiled her whole life for it and never married. To commemorate her, and hoping that if she were ever reborn she might find a good home, the clanspeople named the Bonfire Festival after her.

By all rights, he had now reached a bottleneck: as long as there was enough heaven-and-earth spiritual power within his body, he could break through from the sixth tier of martial hands to the seventh. But what baffled everyone was that this heaven-and-earth spiritual power simply would not enter his body—how could he have enough spiritual power to assault the seventh tier?

At Liu Bei's command, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei split their forces and charged toward the Yellow Turban camp east of Guangzong City. The Han army, a vast crimson expanse, advanced in neat, long strides, shouting the slogan "The Han army is mighty!" as they bore down on the Yellow Turbans.

Although the White-Haired Immortal did not think highly of Li Zhaoyuan, he was nonetheless impressed by the man's firm and unyielding resolve to cultivate the Dao. Thus he felt a measure of fondness for him, and in his heart still hoped that this blockheaded junior brother might achieve something.

"Learned it from that master. I used to think martial arts were just dancing—less useful than taekwondo. Only now do I realize our ancestors' stuff is way stronger than those scraps!" the player said excitedly.

"Sister Xuan, go back and rest for a bit. I still have a few things to take care of." Looking at Hong Qingxuan's pretty face, Liang Lingfeng took two steps back and said with a smile.

Past grass soft as a carpet, through woods dark and still, the night itself only deepened the mysterious mood of the place.

The words had barely left his mouth when Dadar Tiger let out a sharp cry, and a gleam of cold light flashed. The long weapon buried itself in the heart of the lead envoy, and a burst of fresh blood sprayed forth like a great blossoming flower.

The clear sky opened wide; the morning sun replaced the crimson moon, day replaced night, and a beam of sunlight shone into the high tower ever since Lyzerothe's passing.

Of course, all that was a story for later, and for the moment had not the slightest thing to do with Zhao Yongqi. The male god, fortunately uninjured, had a few bruises here and there, but they were only superficial wounds; with his recovery ability, they would be gone in a day.

"Good that you know. Since you know, you should treat me better. I'm the treasure of the family, and I hope I'm the treasure of your heart too—and always will be!" Han Qiao said, her face flushed pink.