Chapter 150 I Am the Holy Son

Hum!
The moment the golden beetle was "awakened," a grand and resonant roar suddenly erupted from the special space deep within the earth.
The sound resembled the bellowing of an ox, or perhaps a mighty dragon roaring from the depths of the cosmic sea of stars.
In a flash, the entire ancient ruin began to violently shake and quake. Cultivators exploring the area turned pale with fright, instantly dropping whatever they were busy with and fleeing outward.

Qin Yue felt the gravitational field around his body change in an instant!
His Yang Spirit physical form was pulled into a—

Seeing Yuan Ye's gloomy expression and seemingly low spirits, Li Qihang finally began to reflect upon his own behavior.

Moreover, the most crucial part was that they clearly remembered it being daytime just a moment ago; how did the sky turn dark in the blink of an eye?

When Qi Zhengyan learned that Fu Sili had refused his request, although he still tried his best to maintain the appearance of a gentle and noble young master, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly.

"The main thing is that the other party is in quite a hurry, because the interrogation is extremely pressing, and new circumstances might arise at any moment," Cai Dongfang deliberately lied, believing that those in charge of the interrogation would surely find a way to stall.

"When I grow up and make more money, I can also build a house like this!" Dabao snorted, refusing to be dazzled by Fu Tinghan's house.

In other words, if a real battle broke out between them, it would undoubtedly result in countless casualties, leaving both sides severely weakened. Coupled with the fact that the Suppressor of Heavens Department had never targeted them in the first place, an all-out war was avoided.

Liu Shisan climbed up from the ground and rubbed his knees. It hurt a bit, but he also felt a lingering fear. If it had been anyone else, there would have been no time to react at all. To be struck by such speed—at the very least, one would be battered half to death. Breaking a few ribs or fracturing a leg would be the mildest outcome possible.

With the intent to kill clearly evident all over his body, Lin Yuanzhou instantly held his breath, standing motionless in front of the plasma television in the living room.

"I understand. Communicate with Wang Lan and share your thoughts with her." Qin Yunbin hung up the phone, a hint of joy instead appearing on his face. His company's sales had found a new approach, which might just break the winter chill of the current real estate market.

"Boom~~" Ji Ning transformed into a streak of wind and lightning, instantly traversing a distance of hundreds of billions of miles. Furthermore, his movement arts were ethereal and unpredictable; the massive spatial blade light emitted by the warship didn't even graze Ji Ning before he had already made contact with the vessel.

If there were any observing immortal cultivators, they would undoubtedly be extremely perplexed. But for Lin Xuan to act this way, he naturally had his own thoughts and considerations.

Jiang Hao exerted force with a tight grip, and the giant palm burst forth with a layer of halo that suddenly contracted, as if intending to crush this adult saw-toothed ant into pieces right then and there.

All he could recall were the nights from the past few days, entwined in intimacy with Nizheng, driven purely by momentary pleasure. He had never once considered how Minmin, upon waking, might experience fear due to various lingering issues.

With the fortification of magical power, his vision was instantly enhanced by a large margin. Although it still couldn't penetrate the purple mist, at least the scenery within a dozen or so zhang around him could be seen with absolute clarity.

Sun Zimao's smile grew even wider. "What's so difficult about that? Brother Mo, keep this item safe. Tomorrow at noon, go straight to the auction house. Present this, and someone will naturally guide you in to participate in the auction." As he spoke, he flicked his hand and tossed over an object.

Hearing Matsuda say this, a trace of sorrow appeared on Qi Yuncheng's face. He struggled to sit up and looked toward a tall figure standing beside Matsuda.

Yet the chief negotiator for the Arthurian Court—Lord Chamberlain Bamilian—acted as though he understood nothing at all. While displaying quite seasoned and shrewd maneuvering, he applied it entirely to trivial fine details, completely ignoring the fatal flaws deliberately exposed by the Cardinal of Saint Nemec.

A warrior's battles were simply too numerous. There were over ten thousand warriors in the entire warrior department, and among them, probably at least seventy to eighty percent participated in combat. After all, among warriors, madness was always synonymous with their lifestyle.

"Indeed, although I, Huo, am at the late stage of Cavity Mystery, my strength is inferior to yours. If I were to face the Twin Devils of Fat and Thin, under no circumstances could I defeat them, let alone the fact that they even unleashed the Purple-Veined Corpse Insects, yet those were still subdued by you," True Monarch Huoyun said with utmost candor.