Chapter 40: Then Let Him Come to Me
Wei Xifeng, however, mistakenly thought she was going to strike him, and immediately let out a series of agitated whimpers and howls: "Awoo, howl-wuff."
Song Jinwei was startled by his beast-like cries, but she quickly realized that the current Wei Xifeng was nothing more than a kitten in a tiger’s skin compared to the demonic beast he became during his episodes; only his exterior remained formidable.
Song Jinwei soon grasped the situation, sneering, "To change like this during an episode—Wei Xifeng, you really are a piece of work."
Could it be that this Jade Blood Sword has acknowledged a master? Does this mean only one person can unsheathe it? Is this the secret of the Jade Blood Sword?
Having killed thousands of soldier bees, everyone felt a heavy pressure, knowing these were merely the weakest of the bees within the hive.
In truth, her motive was simple: she did not want to become a pawn in Qin Le's hands, nor did she wish to destroy the foundation she had spent so long building within the sect.
Clouds stretched for a thousand miles, their whiteness so pure it pierced the soul. Fusheng felt his body becoming incredibly light; he wondered if he had arrived in the realm of immortals, just as Xihe had described—a world of gods.
As the final shred of flesh within Yang Fan’s body was tempered and refined, he became a true half-dragon. He only needed to pass through the Dragon Gate to transform his bloodline into dragon blood, at which point he would become a true dragon.
The group finally relaxed. Despite the high-intensity combat, they had sustained no injuries, though their bodies ached with exhaustion.
On the Federation's capital planet, there were two massive space cemeteries dedicated to burying the dead. The Federation maintained several such large-scale graveyards, or even entire planets converted into burial grounds.
Upon breaking through to the Saint realm, Xiao Mu already sensed that his Great Freedom Avatar Technique could reach a higher level.
Zhongben Feiying was naturally pleased, though he would never show it in front of Gongcheng Baidai.
The Grey Wolf was also incredibly aggressive; even after being beaten by Yang Fan, his onslaught remained fierce, like a driving storm.
Dizzy and hazy, she felt an inexplicable heat rising within her, rushing wildly through her limbs and bones like a fire burning ever brighter. The scorching sensation was unbearable, forcing a low moan from her lips.
At this moment, inside Suite 501 on the fifth floor of the guesthouse building at the Quanshun Brewery in Fangshan District, several dozen kilometers away.
Suddenly, the tree trunk let out a piercing, shrill howl that threatened to shatter the heavens. Its lush green canopy trembled violently, and its human-like face began to ooze viscous green liquid. Yet, trapped within the high-level magic array, unable to move, it could only endure the beating, helpless to do anything.
As soon as the Harvest turned away at daybreak, a fishing boat immediately occupied the spot where it had spent the night, and the fishermen dropped their shrimp traps.
He knew clearly in his heart that the few sentences he had just sent would surely give his older brother some insight.
As a powerful Shaman, Thrall possessed an extraordinary ability to communicate with the elements and felt a deep connection to the four elemental spirits. Yet, recently, this connection had suddenly been severed.
Qi Dong did not relax his guard; he stared intently at the Chi dragon. There were two possibilities: either Master Long had successfully possessed the Chi dragon and taken control of the divine beast's body, or the remnant soul of the Chi dragon had devoured Master Long, forming a complete consciousness and awakening.
He had not been gone long when he heard roars echoing from the place where he had just landed, though he could not tell what kind of fierce beast they came from.
It was now hundreds of times larger than before. The pile of items he had originally stored in his storage ring lay quietly in a corner, appearing insignificant due to the vastness of the space.
In Meng Fei’s eyes, Yuan Jun's camp was nothing more than a rabble, easily broken; he believed that simply dispatching his elephant legion would be enough to smash the gates and launch an assault on the main stronghold.
Prince Huai responded only with a cold snort. Prince Jing remained silent, while Prince Qi stepped forward, preparing to accompany him toward the lake pavilion where Prince Jin was waiting.