Chapter 129: The Master of Deception, Bai Nianxuan, and the Naive A-Bao

"This is unreasonable!"

A-Bao was no fool. Did they really think a single artifact of the light attribute could be exchanged for Agares' treasury? Absolutely not!

"What is unreasonable about it? This is a light-attribute divine sword capable of evolving into a super-artifact!"

"It possesses the powers of a super-artifact. You think it's not worth it? That just shows how narrow-minded you are!"

When it came to specious arguments, if Bai Nianxuan claimed the top spot, no one would dare challenge her. She truly had no sense of shame.

Wielding the Frostmourne, she swung it casually, and a subtle force of ice flew out along the blade.

He was even more unaware that Yun Yu’s spirit insects—bred from many rare and mutated exotic flowers in the Spirit Realm—were all unique. Their bodies contained purifying lightning energy, which was terrifying to a spectral demon soul of the Secret Domain like him.

"Alright, say no more. I will not take her in," Wang Jing said, her face darkened and her voice somber.

Seeing Zhong Mushan’s dilemma, Madam Zhong knew this was likely the best course of action.

As the mouth of the Bronze Cedar Monster opened above our heads like a net of death, my heart tightened. I thought that escaping its maw would be impossible, so I drew my Qiankun Blade, determined to land a few strikes on it; I would not let this monster have me cheaply.

This was the stairwell on the fourth floor. Sitting against the wooden wall opposite the stairs was a man in black, covered in blood. It was Shui Wuchang.

"Good, at least you have self-awareness. Any other companions?" With his fists wrapped in Armament Haki, the Admiral surveyed his surroundings.

Ying Jian had previously entrusted Sha Mu-zuo to retrieve the sacred relic. Listening to San Da-si’s words, it seemed worth a try.

After speaking, seeing Wang Jue nod as well, the two walked unhurriedly down the mountain. Leaving the mountain gate, they flew directly toward the south until they reached a precipice. They saw Wang Jue sitting cross-legged on a massive rock, as the rising tide continued to creep upward.

This was a terrifying battle between Immortal Kings, something rarely seen since the end of the great war between the Heavenly Court and the Underworld.

The horror of this lightning tribulation was beyond imagination, as if it had transcended the constraints of time and space, surging across the universe.

If the reinforcements he hoped for did not arrive, no matter how deep Feng Han dug the bunker, it would be impossible to carve out another escape tunnel. In ten minutes, they would surely perish.

The office building of the Diecui Ridge community was considered tall, but among the many community buildings in the Green Island District, it was merely a drop in the ocean.

Hun Feng turned back to look at Hun Yue'er and found that she had already collapsed from exhaustion, having fallen into a coma. Even on her pale, pretty face, there was still a look of worry.

"Now that’s a good comrade and a good citizen!" Chief Che patted Chai Hua’s shoulder with concern before standing up and leaving—he was off to a celebratory banquet.

Stepping into the Wuji Purgatory, Chai Hua slowly patrolled the figures busy with their training. He felt very secure; this was where the vitality of the Wuji Group lay, and this was where its strength resided.

"Neither stealing nor robbing, living a life of integrity—that makes them no lower than anyone else." That was something his old instructor had once said.

After leaving the stone chamber, Hun Feng discovered several more. These were filled with the corpses of martial artists; their bodies were shriveled, all having died after their blood had been drained.

At this moment, one could say it was a collision between a peerless genius of the past and one of the present. One could only imagine what kind of sparks they might strike.

During the trip to Dragon City after the college entrance exams, she had already seen that Wen Qixiang had feelings for her elder sister.

This Great Holy Light Fist was actually a low-tier Earth-grade martial art. This was the first time Mo Shang had ever seen a technique above the Earth grade.

Speaking frankly, Cen Man told Madam Huo everything she knew. With a sincere expression, she wrote down her thoughts, hoping Madam Huo would pull herself together. The true battlefield was with Huo Li, and they could not afford to hold him back at a time like this.