Volume 1 Chapter 58: Divine Soul?

The Asura blade's malevolent aura, accumulated from one million experience points, was now completely gathered at Lin Yun's chest, forming a pigeon-egg-sized black bead that unceasingly emanated a fierce and menacing energy.

Su Luan nodded gently. Naturally, she was the most familiar with Ruan Zhuxing's great divine powers. Leaving her aside, even March's abilities were roughly sufficient for him to secure a position as a grand imperial preceptor regardless of which country he went to, ensuring a life of wealth and prosperity to the end of his days.

It turned out that Wu Yong had done this intentionally. To more authentically reflect Wei Qiong's personality, he had deliberately left his pajamas open, exposing the greater part of his upper body right in front of Xueyaha.

Hearing the word "conjecture," everyone was momentarily stunned. Some felt a wave of ominous foreboding rising in their hearts, while others sensed that perhaps the system's "cooperative mode" was merely a facade, and that subsequent events held hidden mysteries.

What was even more crucial was that Muyi referred to himself with the majestic title "This Seat." In the demonic bear's cognition, only certain human leaders addressed themselves in such a manner, which was essentially equivalent to their own commanders. This at least indicated that Muyi held a rather lofty status among the human race, causing the demonic bear to harbor a bit more caution in its heart.

Thinking of this, Yue Yan finally breathed a truly profound sigh of relief. With this, her first step was nearly complete. As long as she could secure the assistance of her retainer, completing this trial was not entirely out of the question.

"Are you certain I'll make it out alive after eating in there?" Jiang Xun kept one foot raised, not daring to let it touch the ground, and glanced sideways at Ji Yuchen with an uncertain expression as he asked.

The command banner waved once more, and two hundred and forty soldiers pushed thirty European-style torsion catapults forward until they stopped three hundred paces outside Xingyang. Setting up one machine every fifteen meters, they adjusted their respective firing angles, began using pulley winches to draw the bowstrings, and loaded five-to-six-pound stone projectiles into the catapult magazines.

Alas, all of this was an utter mystery. Unfortunately, Wu Yong could not reveal his identity just yet; otherwise, he could have simply sent the Descending Dragon Arhat to the police forensic department and let the medical examiners investigate the cause of his death.

Cincinnati was looking at him with a half-smile, making Polo feel as though he were a rabbit targeted by a hunter, filled with the sudden urge to turn tail and flee at any moment.

A miraculous ripple emanated from his body. As the ripple spread outward, the True Self Art operated automatically, functioning just like a passive skill in a video game to amplify this mystical undulation.

"Why?" Mawei asked with a smiling expression. "This item is truly a wonderful treasure, but it's also far too eye-catching and will bring you endless trouble!" Chabo said. Mawei had never expected that this fellow, who kept himself entirely shrouded in a black robe and never showed his face to others, could actually be so kind-hearted.

As soon as they entered the basement, the monster began to roar excitedly, its eyes filled with a flicker of eager anticipation.

Seeing that the light in the dean's office was still on, Leng Feng decided to head over there. Originally, he had planned to drop off the gifts on behalf of others after visiting Cong Hu and Leng Yue, but who could have foreseen that Leng Yue's emotions would surge and lead to such a scene, leaving him with no choice but to come in person.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Zhang Ling felt the bedroom door being gently pushed open, and a light, delicate set of footsteps sounded from the entryway.

Yet the formidable soldiers of Jin Province would not easily grant them this opportunity. The spear formation constantly strived to maintain its integrity; even if someone fell, another would immediately step forward to take their place.

With those words spoken, he extended his hand and made a grasping motion in the empty air. Six Qi practitioners, all possessing the cultivation realm of the Nascent Soul stage, were abruptly hoisted into the air.

The Japanese troops had already begun their breakout. The gunfire to the south suddenly intensified, flames soared into the sky, explosions erupted one after another, and the situation inside the city also began to descend into chaos.

Upon stepping out of the Taiji Hall, both Zhangsun Wuji and Zhang Liang felt immensely exhilarated. They had a task to handle, and it was even personally sanctioned by the Emperor. If they were not trusted confidants, how could such a responsibility have been entrusted to them?