31 The Seventh Person

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Lu Jun had already guessed that Zhou Mei was suffering from an outbreak of the cold poison within her body. According to Zhou Lei, it was the result of the yin meridians inside her going awry. At the same time, Lu Jun was puzzled. The cold poison in Zhou Mei’s body was hereditary, yet it had never manifested like this before.

At these words, Mo Ming’s face darkened. He ignored Fu Qingyun, immediately carried Lin Yuan’er into the hall, and gently laid her on the sofa. After moving his arms around, he found them somewhat numb.

Tang Qian took a careful look and realized that it was indeed Gu Jingnan. He was holding a bottle of spray and glanced at her with an inscrutable smile.

What he said did make sense. Yuxiu was speechless for a moment. The atmosphere in the room grew rather delicate. Lian’er, however, seemed to have much more to say to everyone.

“Sit?” Mei Shuang looked around. There was only one chair, and he was sitting on it. Where was she supposed to sit?

The next morning, Zhu Yan did not go directly to Jiayin’s villa. Instead, she took a taxi and waited along the route Jiayin was bound to travel.

“Old Sorcerer Wu has been a Half-Saint for many years, yet he still hasn’t broken through. I wonder whether he still has a chance,” someone remarked.

Roars filled with soul attacks rang out one after another. Although their realms were fairly close, the saber-toothed tigers were still unable to cause any substantial interference to the two of them. The dozen or so spirit beasts that remained continued fighting them to the death.

After healing the injury to his hand, Du Zhong stared at the several stones on the ground in astonishment, his eyes flickering.

After several attacks, Xie Yue immediately issued the order to withdraw. They set up camp less than a few miles outside Tiger-Wolf Pass.

Le Zhiyang rose with the support of his staff and pulled out the poisoned needle embedded in him, silently crying out, “That was close.” The poison on the needle was extremely potent. Even Phoenix Weeping Blood Dew had been useless. If he had not possessed the Art of Reversing Yin and Changing Yang, he would almost certainly have died beneath the blade. He looked back at He and Cao. The two men glared at him, fury mingled with a trace of fear in their eyes.

Ji Ziqing was completely stunned. The Heavenly Gate Divine Marquis had struck at Jiang Yuan, and if that blow landed, it would very likely cost Jiang Yuan his life.

It was worth mentioning that even the four assassins, who rarely encountered opponents in the Shattered Realm, had their breath catch the instant they saw the newcomer. Wariness appeared on their faces.

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From this point onward, anyone wishing to enter the Life-and-Death Trial Grounds would have to reach a depth of 9,900 kilometers. Even a Martial God–level expert would find it difficult to reach such a depth.

After being given a thorough beating by Li Qiu, that fellow Yang Weizheng finally regained his senses after his mind had been clouded by anger.

“Hmm... That’s not a bad idea. Could Lin Dong really be planning to do that?” one of the students asked.

Seeing him in that state, Wei Zijie raised an eyebrow, and a strange look flashed through his eyes.

Bai Li’s heart lurched. Surely the lord wasn’t planning to go to the Savage Forest? That would never do. Even Heavenly Venerates and Heavenly Emperors had perished there.

A deafening explosion erupted in the sky. Vast mushroom clouds slowly billowed upward.

The head of the Bakar family was naturally displeased after hearing Ogul’s words. His entire face darkened.

At that moment, Hawkeye no longer wanted to keep fighting. It was enough to put on a token show. He was not a real marine, after all, and going all-out against Lei Yu would bring him no benefit whatsoever. Hawkeye was not bored enough—or foolish enough—to involve himself in such a pointless affair.

The iron pillars wielded by the four men traced arcs through the air and instantly came crashing down toward Son Gohan, Jiang Chen, Son Goten, and Videl.

As Temari spoke, she tremblingly reached toward Chen Yan’s indescribable region. Chen Yan, however, had no intention of allowing her to complete the task so easily. He had other plans.

He was not doing it to show off. He merely wanted to settle the trouble once and for all. After all, within the entire Sacred Domain, his perception had clearly told him that many people believed he had already died.

“First of all, she has always been very rude, so she would never feel guilty about behaving rudely. Besides, she’s already more than a thousand years old. Surely she’s long past the age of romantic longing?” Li Yin rambled casually.

At that moment, the old man realized how terrifying the black flames before him were. He immediately twisted his body and tried to evade them, but something even more astonishing happened. The mass of black fire pursued him directly, as though it had eyes of its own. When the old man realized he could not escape, he simply stopped dodging and covered his entire body with Haki.

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While the black-haired man was being driven away, Fang Tian had already sorted out his thoughts and decided what conditions to propose.

After concealing his aura, Minghe entered this vast world together with Donghuang Taiyi. What surprised Minghe, however, was that this place actually contained three thousand worlds.

My footsteps faltered. “I won’t turn back again.” Could I still turn back? Was there any way left for me to turn back?

Deputy Magistrate Ji discussed the matter with his wife for several days. They prepared twenty thousand silver taels and gave them to their eldest son, Ji Qinghe, along with careful instructions. Then they sent Ji Qinghe to the capital together with Jiang Yanying to arrange his future prospects.

And was the “divine source” mentioned by Chiyou not the divine spirit within the human body itself—in other words, what people commonly called the acupoints?

“I shall obey, my lord,” the black-clad man said indifferently before disappearing from my sight.

The young man and Ling Yang both looked shifty-eyed. They were speaking mysteriously by the roadside, already attracting wary glances from quite a few passersby.

Ancient Bronze Ring, Moon in the Well, Staff of Judgment, Necklace of the God of Magic, Skeleton Spirit, Zuma Guardian.

He handed her another coin and pointed toward the rocks beside the pond. Su Wuyang thought for a moment, then, as before, closed the copper coin within her palms. After devoutly finishing her silent prayer, she turned her back to the rocks and tossed it with all her strength.

Calling it an introduction was really just a way to ease the atmosphere. There were still some old grudges and tangled affections between Red-Haired Brother and Bai Feifei.