Chapter Thirty-Two: Provoking the "Alien Growth"

But the rest were of little consequence. It wouldn't have hurt to say them! But why couldn't the first four have been mentioned while we were having coffee?

While we were talking, the dishes had all been served. Su Mi picked up a crab leg and struggled to crack it open. Qiu Xun, seeing this, said nothing, but when Su Mi finally finished her battle with the crab leg and looked up, she was surprised to find a plate of crab meat sitting in front of her.

As a formidable 10-star Qi Master, the energy surging through Zhang Hao was immense! It covered the fuselage in three layers, with additional energy "reinforcements" applied to the wings and the nose of the aircraft.

"Exactly, exactly! My fifth brother is an actor." Su Luolo also disapproved of Hong Wu practicing his swordsmanship here, voicing the bottom line in Chen Kaiyi’s heart.

Her son was destined for great fortune, so she had to pay the fee for the divination. What if it didn't come true because she hadn't paid?

"Great Priest, you mentioned earlier that you could transfer the destiny and luck from his body to ours through the Great Array? Could it allow us to reach the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal? Or even two of us?" the Bull Demon King asked with anticipation.

Chu Yongnian didn't express any deep sentiment, as he already knew his own fate. Yet, both of them had been struck by misfortune that day, just as he had been back then.

"You’ve fallen for it!" To everyone’s surprise, Zhou Zixuan chuckled. Just as his palm force retracted, he spun lithely to the side and struck out with a light, effortless blow.

Fan Zhuqing was pleasantly surprised. She hadn't expected that after harvesting all the spirit herbs, the Desolate God Beasts outside would never have discovered their trail.

However, with the Western Buddhism sect about to emerge, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti, not being saints of the Profound Sect, were naturally under no obligation to follow the words of the Daoist Ancestor Hongjun. Yet, Hongjun’s cultivation was so unfathomable that even the two Western saints dared not easily defy his pronouncements.

The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Evils waved his hand, and all the black and white pieces rushed into the air, forming the shape of a gateway.

Wu Feng believed that every generation of the God-Protector was nurtured by Brother Dog with heartfelt care, truly treated as his own disciples. On the day they grew old, they passed their power on to Brother Dog and the Heavenly Demon to extend their lives.

All the men of the Diancang Sword Sect roared in unison three times, then fell completely silent. Their level of discipline was no less than that of special forces.

He formed a hand seal, and bolts of lightning appeared all around, striking toward Hai Ying one after another. Hai Ying was exceptionally agile; whenever a bolt of lightning approached, it would shift slightly to dodge, never making an unnecessary movement.

Shen Anyu finally understood that Bai Yang was completely oblivious to him, her feelings for him only just beginning to sprout. After all, she had always been so carefree and playful with him, never realizing he was falling for her.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two arrived at the largest inn in town. They booked two superior rooms, and seeing it was still early, they went to the inn’s teahouse to discuss their next move, only to be interrupted by the conversation of the guests at the next table.

In the dark cave, the master of those terrifying starlight beams seemed unable to restrain himself any longer. A hand reached out from the deep shadows—a purple demonic claw. The withered hand was covered in a layer of thin scales, the fingers gaunt and slender, inching closer to Tian Xuanzi.

By the time A-Zui rushed over from Badong County, the group had already boarded a bus to Jinghai City, leaving A-Zui and the others from the Blacklist organization searching frantically in every direction.

Leaving the psychic puppet to guard the node of the mobile formation, Chu Wangshu bandaged his wounded leg and began to inspect the spoils of his raid: the jade slip the Mysterious Yin Old Daoist had kept in his robe, the flying sword that dropped when he died, and a universe bag.

He knew Qin Tian had reached the top of the mine. Although he didn't look up to see for sure, based on the other's progress, he could roughly estimate the gap between them.

His grasp and application of force were naturally superior to Baza’s. Even Ziying, when severely wounded, could trade a few blows with Baza using certain martial techniques, let alone Peng Yue, who was now in his prime and full of vigor.

These were not super catapults meant to launch thousand-pound boulders, but they only needed to fire jars of lamp oil into the city, so the manufacturing requirements were not that high. Catapult after catapult was produced as if on an assembly line.

In truth, she had deliberately sent Qin Hai and Cheng Xi away with the intention of persuading Shangguan Wan not to waste her youth on Qin Hai. But after hearing what Shangguan Wan said, she knew that no matter what she said now, Shangguan Wan would certainly not take it to heart.

Su Yuan disregarded them time and again. The thirteen Daoists, including Dipankara, could no longer restrain themselves, roaring in unison as they drew their magical artifacts and struck at Su Yuan.

There was a mutual understanding and heart-to-heart sincerity between the brothers, especially with Kong Xuan, who valued friendship and righteousness above all else.

A bundle of skeletons like this, devoid of any breath of life. Yet it hovered in mid-air, accompanied by the sound of bells. It was as if the Grim Reaper were right beside them.

"What—what is your name?" Liu Xing stared intently at Tang Xin, making her feel extremely nervous.

"No, I haven't seen any camps in this area," Mores said to Yan Hanshui.

Although there was no chance yet to seek justice for Moros and his five siblings, one had to stop the things they couldn't bear to watch.

Unfortunately, it was likely that few people could replicate this technique; even the Fourth Mizukage or the Second Hokage would need similar control threads or other bloodline limits to do so.

Furthermore, when the people of the martial arts world learned of this, they became even more wavering and anxious, yet they all sought a "sanctuary" amidst such chaos.

Manid and Mels took over Byron's work in Dhirim, while Byron returned to his mansion. In a hidden compartment behind a wall, he stored 9,000 dinars, which, added to the 1,000 he had previously saved, made exactly 10,000 dinars—a reserve for emergencies.

Facing the arm split from the white giant before her, Yukina thrust her spear without fear, yet this time, the situation was completely different.

Now, he was even older. Almost completely cut off within the Divine Palace, he did not see the gods at all during the day. Every day, he required Shu and Tefnut to assist in his healing, and he had to bathe in the light of the Benben Stone and fall into a deep sleep just to barely recover from the wounds of his nightly battles.

Because he was wearing a full-face helmet, his voice sounded muffled and indistinct.