Chapter 121: Snatching the Pearl from the Turtle's Maw

A brilliant blue sword light flashed, instantly purging the filth of this place. The blue stone statue of the deity within the temple was shattered by this very strike, buried immediately beneath the collapsing bricks and rubble. The common folk gathered there were stunned by this sudden turn of events. Yet, upon seeing the destruction of the Dragon King’s temple, a sense of despair took hold of them. If the Azure-Headed Dragon King were to discover that its temple had been destroyed and its temple attendant slain, it would surely fly into a rage.

Chen Yu nearly spat out his water. Had Kobe been possessed by Teacher Wang Feng from across the Pacific? Why was he talking about dreams the moment he opened his mouth?

They did not want to live this kind of life! They wanted a better future for their children. Thus, they could no longer concern themselves with the debts of gratitude owed to the Lu family.

Liu Jinbao, however, could no longer care about anything. Ever since he arrived at the vegetable market, his fingers had not stopped pointing at the stalls, while Li Lanjiang held a large basket, letting people fill it up.

His eyes flashed with a fierce glint. Since he could not use elemental transformation to escape this lightning prison, the only way out was to fight his way through it.

At this, there was no need for Lu Changyao to say anything; Qingchuan, standing behind her, could no longer bear it and spoke out in a loud, sharp rebuke.

In this arid desert kingdom, not a single drop of rain had fallen for a full year and a half, save for the capital. The root of all this seemed to be the disaster brought about by the King’s use of Dance Powder.

Seeming to notice Qingchuan’s thoughts, Changyao was unusually patient today. Slowly massaging her fingers, she even offered a faint smile.

Most of the guests had come for the sake of Le Yichen, having previously lacked an excuse to visit. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, they finally found their pretext.

Jun Yeqing extended a long arm, and Chu Yunluo tumbled onto his lap. The fiery sensation of his thigh against hers caused her face to flush.

Yang Yunhan immediately sensed that the sword qi of Zhu Xiaotian’s "Settling the Heavens" had reached a state of returning to simplicity, possessing infinite power. He shifted his palms continuously, moving from circular to square, then back from square to circular.

The Cold-Blooded Demon King had not yet departed, and the Red Mercenary Group remained a significant threat. In particular, news of the Demon King’s intrusion into the Red Mercenary Group’s headquarters would inevitably deal a blow that could not be ignored.

In the VIP chamber, when Chi Huo heard the auctioneer’s description of the Ice-Flame Fusion Spirit Fruit, he straightened his posture, fists clenched, his eyes filled with a desperate determination to possess it.

However, with all their strength already committed to the battle, they had no choice but to stake everything on a final, desperate struggle to drag out the conflict.

Speaking of this, Li Chao gave Crown Prince Duan Sulong a grateful smile before continuing: "Brother Di devised the plan, and we played along, pretending to be ignorant, while he led a thousand men to escort the rebels into the city."

"From this day forth, you need not continue your forced labor here. Those who know the way home may return; those who do not may stay by my side," Li Jiang said calmly.

"I understand. Come with me." Song Silin pondered briefly before taking Zhou Jiajia to see Ji Mingxuan.

Firstly, Lu Xuan was playing the fool; secondly, his tone carried a trace of spiritual energy, yet remained entirely natural.

Not only this, but the seventeen vassal states surrounding the Cangyue Kingdom also received these tidings.

The Ling family’s ability to dominate Blood Dragon City for so many years was inseparable from the techniques they practiced. Every year, the Ling family offered massive sacrifices to the Blood Dragon, and the Dragon Saliva Grass was one such offering.

The Kunlun Mountains, where the Holy Gate resided, knew no sun, moon, or stars; there was always a crisp, clear light. This radiance was omnipresent and perpetual, enveloping all of Kunlun in a soft halo.

"Even if Fei'er loses this smile, she remains Fei'er; nothing will change." Feng Yufei flashed another sweet smile. *This lady doesn't want to play cute every single day; that would be more agonizing than death itself.*

"Is a Perfection-level god really so impressive? Ziwei is a Sovereign of Immortality, is she not? What can she possibly do to me?" Nangong Ping said with disdain.

This duration was acceptable to the three mages. Even Old Miller, who suffered from seasickness, adamantly insisted on resting no further.

The two were almost entirely embraced; one of Lei Bao'er's thighs rested across his legs, the rise and fall of his body pressing against her fair skin.

"You can rest assured about that. Although the monsters of the Monster Planet are a great threat, I still have the ability to protect myself. Should any danger arise, I will naturally retreat into my own dimension." Nangong Ping, understanding Murong Qiang’s intent, explained immediately.

The following day, Guanglin Middle School, having already secured the regional championship, fielded a lineup of substitute players. They performed admirably, winning the match with a score of 3:0.

"Exactly. I, Anping, don't recall ever offending you, Lin Jian, so why must you undermine me?" The Sovereign of Anping also launched his attack.

It seemed that what they should be considering was not how to seize the Reincarnation Stone from Jiang Wei—as that seemed like a foregone conclusion—but rather how to escape with their lives once the stone was obtained.

"Ahem, dear leaders, dear fellow villagers, greetings..." He pulled a pre-written speech from his pocket, but just as he prepared to unfold it, a gust of wind caught the paper and blew it straight into the sky.

"It is shares in the Yang Group!" Chen Gongnan spoke with great confidence, for this was his final trump card and his only remaining lifeline.

As the wooden door creaked open, a narrow sliver of light unfolded like a scroll, accompanied by the clatter of a dozen or so sheets sliding down. The red light washed over them, bathing the scene in a crimson glow.

She clutched her silk skirt tightly, a flicker of fear in her eyes. She would not become a deposed empress; she loved this phoenix robe, this phoenix crown, and the feeling of being held in high regard.

Approaching the bed, he lowered his eyes to look at Ning Xia, who was sitting there with a pleasant smile still lingering on her face.

With a thought from the Saint of Incense, the Red Tripod expanded against the wind, a ferocious suction force erupting from within the Nine-Dragon Tripod, drawing the spiritual energy of the entire barrier into itself.

Zhuang Jian knew that nearly all demigods hit a bottleneck. Even a Spirit Emperor, if they had not achieved godhood, surely had their own limitations. He, too, had his own, though he had yet to reach that point.