Chapter 152 Awakening

Holding a blade in each hand and with his face covered by a black veil, his features were indistinguishable.

"Damn it, he's also at the late Hippopotamus stage!" Tan Zichong shouted angrily, trying to block the intruder's path.

To everyone's surprise, the man lunged straight toward the massive block of ice ahead.

With two swift slashes, the giant ice block shattered completely.

Rolling away, the figure in black fled toward the foot of the mountain. "Farewell, mission accomplished!"

Chen Juanjuan barked orders at the soldiers: "Stop him! Open fire!"

Guarding the mountain...

All of these strategies originated from him. If there was one thing nobody in this era could remain indifferent to, it was prestige.

The Duan family's ability to carve out a foothold in this village relied entirely on the foundational efforts of the old patriarch in his youth.

If things played out this way, it was highly probable that Li Xiao, who formerly controlled this sector, would retake power. As Li Xiao's henchman, Li Guangyuan would be able to provide intelligence to the police with even greater precision.

The terrifying, tangible aura of slaughter made her hair stand on end and her limbs turn weak. She even subconsciously held her breath, terrified of disturbing the god of death standing before her.

Yet all of this happened in the blink of an eye. Within moments, the anomalous entity dissolved into the air like a dissipating mass of energy.

Although this was an undeniable fact, as long as it remained unsaid, who would pay any attention to it?

With a loud clatter, a dagger fell from the body of the drunken, bald-headed brute, clinking sharply against the floor tiles.

Hearing this, my eyes widened, rage surged in my chest, and filled with righteous indignation, I rolled up my sleeves... After a moment of silence, I hurried downstairs in a panic and returned to the classroom of Class One, Grade Three.

"What is going on here? Could someone have cleared away the black fog of Devil's Island and reshaped the entire place with supreme mystical powers?"

The demon suddenly lifted its head, its six eyes rolling as six crimson beams of light erupted once more, coalescing into a magnificent rainbow-like pillar that pierced the sky, tearing through the gloomy firmament and leaving a dazzling afterimage suspended in mid-air.

"Are you studying the Eastern Island language?" Ye Qiuwan set down the food box and took out a bowl. The old duck soup was steaming hot, and Ye Qiuwan had used only pickled white radishes and cowpeas as ingredients, giving the broth a uniquely savory and tangy flavor.

They were all ferreted out by everyone. The next day, Zhang Donghai woke up early. Looking at the Jinshui River not far outside his window, he saw that the water had become as clear as a mirror.

Zhang Donghai shook his neck, which popped loudly. "You've been beating each other for so long, isn't it time for me to retaliate?" The Fourth Brother retreated step by step as if he had seen a ghost, and those who had been fighting with such enthusiasm moments ago finally realized something was wrong and fled far away.

"Look, she can't hear us, can she?" Meng Fan did not withdraw his hand, still gripping Xu Qianru's soft, snow-white breast.

The azure-eyed, golden-fauced beast shrank miserably on the ground, its fiery red body turning dark red, with faint wisps of white smoke rising from it.

Even in the Tri-Universe, this was merely a very ordinary combat strength of the Crossing Tribulation level. Although this tide-like energy was continuous, no matter how endless it might be, failing to reach a certain threshold meant it could pose no threat to formidable enemies.

Yet at this moment, this fellow Huang Damas was truly real, and even his aura was an exact match. He was seen frowning as he walked forward, seemingly lost in thought. His cultivation was at the initial tendon-refining stage, which he appeared to have broken through to only recently. All of this forced Mo Fan to believe that Huang Damas was genuinely not dead.

"Hehe, hold on for a moment. I can't possibly absorb this much celestial essence; I'd better store some away first," Lin Yumeng said with a wide grin. If she really jumped down and couldn't absorb it all, leaving the rest to others would mean bathing in her leftover water, and Lin Yumeng was too embarrassed to do that.

In short, myths and legends contain elements of exaggeration and imagination by later generations, but the essence of those myths can be entirely reconstructed using modern and future technologies.

"If you have the ability, try it then." Zhao Yanfeng straightened his back, glared fiercely, and snapped back.

"I wonder if the senior can inform me of the origin of this place?" When Ye Mo fought against it previously, he sensed that this Nine-Tailed Demonic Dragon was not a truly malicious entity.