Chapter 130: Zhao Xuan’s Martial Talent Awakens

"Passenger, please stay quiet and do not move about," the beautiful flight attendant said, blocking her path as she noticed Zhao Xuan's unusual behavior.

But Zhao Xuan ignored the well-intentioned warning. She trotted past the attendant and finally reached the iron door that Cui Hao had forcibly "installed" with two kicks, peering through the opening at the scene outside.

"Chen Anquan is likely finished!" Even if an iron man were thrown into the mutated gold...

Opening the door, Lin Bai saw Niu Er with disheveled hair, accompanied by two lackeys, all panting heavily and looking like drowned rats.

Removing the magazine is a gesture of goodwill in the wasteland, a way to show that one poses no threat and harbors no malice.

Everywhere there was blood and corpses; some were injured, and those who had not yet died were rolling on the ground, letting out agonizing screams.

The situation grew increasingly bizarre. The internet was in an uproar; some believed it, some did not, and the verbal sparring was so intense that the spittle flying back and forth could have formed a sixth ocean.

The echoes lingered in the cave. After a long time, the old man slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes fixed on the two of them.

The moment she appeared on the stairs, she saw Xiao Ziming sprawled on the floor. He looked truly wretched, his head split open and bleeding.

This only drew more attention to him, and given that wanted posters for him were plastered all over Muhe County, someone noticed he looked a bit like the fugitive Feng Baoju.

After Shu Chun brought the relatives of both families and the high-ranking members of the Light and Rain Ice Martial Sect into the dream, everyone was filled with wonder; it must require immense spiritual power to conjure a dream so lifelike.

Lying on the bed, holding Zhong Qianxun in his arms, she found a comfortable position and closed her eyes.

"Brother Cheng, where did you go? After we finished helping Gao Hai today, he wanted to treat us to a meal, but we couldn't find you anywhere. We thought you went to the internet cafe, but we didn't see you there either," Zhou Yuan asked.

That is why I said those words to Su Nuo; to him, of course, it sounded like an impossible fantasy.

If things continued this way, my side would start fighting among themselves before the plan was even put into motion.

Across the vast grassland, the fires of war were already raging, with booming, exploding, and thundering sounds echoing everywhere.

"I will have my revenge! I will kill Li Jing with my own hands!" Li Erniu gritted his teeth, the sound grating like grinding metal.

Just as he was feeling puzzled, a "clang" sounded, and a stone door slammed down. As it descended, the pale blue figure before him was gradually obscured by the stone slab.

A cold sneer played on Qiu Jingchen's lips. Without anyone noticing, a sword appeared in her hand, its blade shimmering with a silvery-white light that shone brilliantly under the moonlight.

"The Forbidden Technique Room has its taboos. Anyone who enters must master one book, or they will never be able to leave," Ling Du said.

Under Qin Suqing’s gaze of gratitude and shock, I grabbed her hand, focused my intent, and pulled her into the stone ring space. Then, I hurriedly invoked the Mist Concealment technique, enduring the pain as I vanished from sight once more.

What? As I touched it, I felt something hard. My nose had become as hard as steel, and when I tried to pinch my cheek in disbelief, my hand hit my face with a dull, metallic "clang."

"Let's see who has the audacity to talk about killing Gan Jiang," a cold, heartless voice echoed from all directions.

Although Shi Tian's current strength was pathetic and he was hardly material for a guest elder of the Yulong Clan, he was still growing. Furthermore, no one would dare oppose him today, given the great favor he had done for the Yulong Clan.

It was a middle-aged man, nine feet tall, with muscles bulging like mounds, dark skin, and flame patterns running down his arms; he stood like an iron tower.

Pan Zong and Lu Da had been gone for quite some time, and with no news yet, even Xu Feng could not help but feel anxious.