Chapter 704

Chapter 704: Not a Dao Saint

So what else is there to talk about?

What else is there to discuss?

The Primordial World given to the Infinite Beginning Saint doesn’t it just lead to the appearance of the Suppressed Two Saints?

Now the Primordial World has become Lu Ye’s Dao Fruit World; giving it to him just means death for Lu Ye.

Lu Ye’s death isn’t the issue; anyone can die in this world.

But submitting like this would mean surrender. Since it’s surrender, that’s simply unacceptable.

Numerous Saints have guarded this place for so long. The Great Sage of Ni Luan and the Saint of Eternal Life have fought to the death, not just to leave a legacy for future generations to surrender.

Rodi pondered for a moment before forcefully slicing open William Chyle’s belly with a dagger. Though William didn’t feel pain, his sense of touch startled him immensely.

On the surface, Lu Pingfan seemed to be focused on the stage, but in reality, all his attention was centered on Li Zhen, naturally detecting a hint of unease in him.

“Haha, fresh wild vegetables from the countryside, let’s slice some for dumplings,” said Yu He’shi, chuckling.

From the beginning, they never thought Deer Call Territory could withstand the might of their Naga army, especially with a Magus from the Black Tower helping out; crushing Deer Call Territory was a piece of cake.

Zhou Zigang didn’t care one bit for Chen Hu or his family’s face. In front of nearly a thousand attendees at the gambling stone conference, he outright named the former patriarch of the Tianxin family and pointedly scolded Chen Hu for lacking parenting, a humiliation Chen Hu simply couldn’t swallow.

In fact, this was something Mo Anan could handle herself, just set the framework and hand it to the court.

On the third day, Xu Wei actually held a grand banquet at the Xu residence, declaring he would officially recognize Xu Lang as his son and celebrate his birthday in advance.

The next moment, the silvery water surface shattered with a splash as Jun Wujun burst from the water, taking in the rare oxygen with deep breaths.

Lin Yuan also understood that if Lydia were to voice these words, the other party would probably never be able to leave again.

The mercenary giant, a bit parched after all the chatter, downed a cup of strong liquor before responding to the young mercenary.

“Rest and sheath the sword” is the movement connecting the upward and downward thrusts of the sword; it’s not meaningless, as it has its uses in combat. In drilling fist techniques, when switching left and right, the two fists must intertwine. In the Xingyi drilling sword form, this sword style represents this “intertwining” and carries its own combat significance.

A low, rumbling voice echoed in her mind, surrounding her from all directions. A chill crept along her spine, making her shiver uncontrollably.

It was because Bu Xun had been secretly watching; he had silently and subtly diffused some of the dangers facing Guan Fangyi. This was a secret only he knew.

Facing the Holy Raksha’s attack, he was like a puppet, utterly defenseless; the disparity in strength was too vast, one in the sky, the other underground.

Su He said, “You’re mistaken. When I said I could take over a hundred strikes, I meant without any demon dragon involved. I suspect that even if his Majesty the Demon King personally intervened, he might not be able to defeat his own mount.” Because I had focused too much on his description of the demon dragon, I hadn’t noticed he just said Demon King, not Father King.

“Huff~” A breath of stale air slowly escaped as Yang Dongqing sat down on a nearby rock, smiling.

Meanwhile, Yamo Zhu showed no signs of fear, tilting his head to gaze back at Doctor Destruction, an elusive energy field swirling around him.

However, this wasn’t over; his mind continued to vibrate, both his mental strength and will were simultaneously affected.

You think your health is just fine, but in truth, you haven’t even touched those unhealthy areas. Your body still has many meridians to clear and acupoints to open. Perhaps you’re still quite young, but just think about what your parents’ legs look like, right? When they get pounded, wouldn’t it hurt even more?

“If you want me to take on this task, that’s doable, but first, you must treat me to a dog meat feast. As for what dog we eat, that’s not the point,” Du Lei generously proposed his condition.