Chapter Eighty-Six: Understanding Matters

Li Li had some sort of connection with the old woman, so their exchange came naturally and with practiced ease. Leaning on her cane, the old woman slowly fished a slip of paper from her pocket; on it was written an address.

“Oh, you little thing, you asked me for help, so how could I possibly get it wrong? Since when have I ever failed to finish a task you entrusted to me? This has to rank among the top three in my life, doesn’t it?”

Li Li’s eyes curved with a smile. Of course she rose, bowed, and then drew close to embrace the other woman warmly, saying brightly, “Yes.”

The old woman was delighted by the flattery, and the younger people nearby were all green with envy, glancing from the stage at the victor in life who had even managed to marry into wealth after coming out of prison...

With a sweep of his hand, he lifted it up, then looked once more at the pile of ashes on the ground. After confirming that nothing had been left behind, he finally departed.

Lin Chen did not dare to dream of refining the entire sacred domain’s flame energy; even absorbing a few strands would bring endless benefit to the Flame Soul Primordial Body.

Immediately, Jing Chen used his strange connection with the Spirit of Birth to pass his thoughts along unnoticed, and the middle-aged man relayed them to the Demon Emperor.

Lin Chen’s spirit and form trembled. His vital force was vast and boundless, and the pressure was immense. What was more, Bi Hai truly unleashed a measure of his might, constantly provoking Lin Chen’s mind as though driving him step by step into a deathtrap.

Tang Ning’an felt her scalp prickle under Ning Ning’s gaze, as if she had been seen through completely. She quickly turned away, too guilty to meet those dark eyes again; they made her heart pound.

Ice shattered, currents burst apart, and the Ice Demon Corpse, furious to the extreme, broke free of the frozen shell and surged forth. Raising a claw of monstrous force, it tore through the air as though ripping paper, and with savage fury it charged at Xuan Hai.

If the Shura Mountain of old still existed, then naturally this man could never have come. “Lord Yezhu, Shen Nong says you chose this man as your successor. Is that true?” Lie Shi asked, pointing at Wuzhi Qi beside him.

“When you ask a question, remember to put more feeling into it.” After giving the reminder, Wu Yun put an arm around her shoulders and let her rest her head against his chest.

Yu Huan’s face, which had been full of pleasure just moments ago, suddenly stiffened. Then, sensing his own condition, he immediately understood what Jun Yixiao meant. In an instant, he decided to temporarily sever his connection with the Purgatory Pagoda, refusing to let it continue pouring power into him, hoping to interrupt the breakthrough there and then.

As he drew nearer, the crimson glow grew brighter and brighter, and the points of light gradually expanded. Looking toward the source of the red light in the distance, one could dimly make out a massive scarlet figure.

Of course, sending those two away may also have concealed Xia Jie’s intention to do something they should not see once they were gone.

Two miniature versions of Egg, one with devil horns and murderous intent, the other haloed like an angel and embodying kindness, were arguing noisily in his mind. No victor had yet emerged, but in the real world he only let out a sigh and helplessly relaxed the strength in his arm.

Viewers across America were baffled when the two men suddenly greeted a Chinese player, but only the two commentators understood what had happened: news had just come from the control room that their online streaming numbers had suddenly surged. In a mere fifteen minutes, they had already set a new record for highest online viewership.

Seeing the ape leader’s gaze follow the crowd and settle on Barton, the legendary thief once again reached for his dagger.

In truth, that was not the case at all. First, Li Wu had been unlucky and never had a ball bounce to him; second, whenever he entered the painted area, he was always thinking about steals and blocks, not rebounds, and that was what led to this awkward situation.

Among them, the Zhui clan martial academy’s reputation was even greater than that of the Rende Academy, which Zhang Ze served as headmaster. Song Jiang’s eldest and second brothers had both graduated from the Zhui clan martial academy.

Tiamat knew very well that the foreign black dragon would never appear again for no reason. This time, that fellow most likely had reached some kind of pact with the metallic dragon clan, and that damned old platinum dragon might well provide it with protection.