Chapter 13150 — Suddenly Cornered by Wei Zhao

If Wei Zhao unleashed another Decapitating Blade, none of them could withstand it with their current strength.

After all, even one as mighty as the Dragon Slayer had met that end; the likes of them could at best be compared to Xiao Lang—mere extras thrown in for good measure.

Yet Qiu Qian showed not the slightest panic. "No need to worry, everyone. He is at the end of his rope now. To deal with the Dragon Slayer, he used up every trump card he had. Right now he is nothing but an empty frame."

"Am I not right, Wei Zhao?"

Wei Zhao did not answer, and simply...

Yang Zhan hastily opened the medicine bottle, took out the pills, and made the two swallow them; then he channeled some true qi into them both, and before long they began to recover.

Seeing that there were no more Tibetans around, Ga'erhai drew the dagger at his waist, intending to dismount and cut off these men's heads.

Yue Yiyang asked himself whether his conscience was clear. Though he had heard Lu Zhicheng's words, spoken with every appearance of certainty, he was not alarmed. Grasping the Qingyun Sword, he fixed his gaze on Lu Zhicheng, on guard against a surprise attack.

"One look and I can tell you haven't read today's film reviews. Take these—when you go to the movie, there are bound to be parts you won't understand, and these will clear up your confusion." He stuffed the two newspapers in his hand into the young couple's hands.

According to intelligence, Wuyan Yue would not, for the time being, do away with her own younger sister; it was Scorpion Cai and Spider Wolf Ye who were the danger—if they struck rashly, they would surely face disaster. And in fact their judgment was later borne out: by their own account, they had indeed planned to make their move tonight.

Taize also spoke up. "If I withdraw, your demon won't be nearly so formidable." His attribute buff was likewise key to this battle.

"So Second Brother has had such a legendary experience; it seems that in days to come Second Brother is sure to shake the jianghu with his fame," Yang Zhan said smugly.

"You dare lay hands on him—do you even know who he is?" The peak mid-stage Golden Core cultivator glared at Xin Lan and shouted in fury.

"I wonder what the Third Elder means by this," Ye Qi said mildly. The one who had made the move was plainly that old man Ye Shi.

Manjiang Hong held his last breath and swam a full circle around the tribute ship before shooting like an arrow straight up to the surface.

There grew strange flowers and deformed trees; dragon blood pooled into a blood-red lake that churned with scalding steam, and flocks of black bird-shadows wheeled low overhead.

"All right, Aunt Yun, Sis—I'll bring you back something to eat later." Ye Zi said with a grin, then happily followed Chu Qiantang downstairs.

One had to understand that Guo Huai's defeat at the hands of Jiang Wei had become a scandal at court, though it was hardly something to be trumpeted far and wide within the realm, so it was no wonder Su Ning did not know of it. Yet with this pointed reminder, Su Ning's heart suddenly, for no clear reason, stirred with a desire to test himself against the man in battle.

If it were made into a grand-world dungeon, the setting would most likely be naval warfare, a free battlefield steeped in gunpowder and cannon fire, rum, and the open sea, mixed with all manner of famed pirate captains and legendary maritime artifacts.

Thus this spirit ring of hers, like the Master's fourth ring, Shao Xin's seventh, and Ma Hongjun's second, third, and fourth rings, could all grow alongside cultivation, and she could adjust its color herself—though for now the upper limit was purple.

Even then, as the sirens drew steadily nearer, not one of them fled in the face of danger. One and all they stood where they were, silently saluting the direction in which Chen Feng and the others had gone.

Learning that Wang Shuang and Hao Zhao were at odds over whether to attack or defend, Zhuge Guo's jade-white face finally broke into a smile of infinite loveliness.

As though a heavenly pillar had collapsed and the river of stars had vanished, Jotunheim met a cold eternal night; the whole of heaven and earth was thrown into turmoil, the continental plates drifted, glaciers turned to mulberry fields and seas, and volcanoes were buried beneath the ocean floor.

The five nodded at once. Then a middle-aged official was the first to bow in salute, and afterward he took a seat across from Li Yun.

Above the spirit fighting platform, five vortexes fully ten-odd meters across slowly revolved, like five pitch-black and profound black holes, within which faint traces of blue, red, yellow, white, and black light circulated.