Chapter 693

Chapter 693: Is This Becoming a Robbery?

The attack and defense styles have switched up.

Now it’s three Saints launching a fierce assault on the Derived World.

Lu Ye keeps absorbing the light rain.

The entire Primordial World is undergoing refinement.

An oval Dao Fruit is slowly taking shape within Lu Ye’s heart.

Countless points of light are continuously gathering toward the Dao Fruit.

Lu Ye’s mind clears up, and he immediately checks his status. A glance at the Darkness Origin reveals it hasn’t vanished; it’s actually starting to recover, which makes him breathe a sigh of relief.

“System…

Regarding the formidable powers of Xuan Yin Zhen Ren, Ming Yu can’t help but feel admiration. To create such a foundation amidst the clashes of Shaman and Lich, all while understanding gains and losses, is truly rare in the Flood Wilderness. Compared to him, Pure Yang Dao Ren is definitely lagging behind in terms of realm and vision.

A Zhan and Bao Da Tong, utterly exhausted, collapse to the ground, gasping for breath, barely able to speak; clearly, they had just been pushing themselves to the limit.

The awkwardness is inevitable; scratching her head, she thinks about bolting, but Qi Wang stops her and leads her through the path formed by a crowd of royal guards blocking the exit from the arena.

“Sure, as long as you hand over the Nine Yin Manual, both of you can leave, I guarantee it!” Xiao Hen smirks lightly. After saying that, he flicks his fingers repeatedly, unleashing streaks of invisible energy that force Mei Chao Feng to spring up from the ground, reaching for Xiao Hen’s head.

If you fall down, as long as you can stay in the state long enough, ordinary fifth-tier magical beasts like the Bone Dragon are basically doomed if they hit the next layer down the mountain.

Qin Ruo Nan and An Chang Pu can’t refuse, so they have to thank the boss for his kindness and leave the supermarket to return to the police station.

“You’re not exactly a saint either. Here you are making fun of me. They’re pressuring me. You really don’t know the reason behind this? And yet you want to play the good guy?” Elder Li Chu glares at Xing Tian in annoyance. Sighing, she sits down, grabs a jug, fills a cup, and gulps it down to calm herself.

When the Emperor left Kun Ning Palace, he took Zhang Jing Yun and Ling Xu Zi along. After Mei Mei and Lin Ru Nan bid farewell to the royal carriage, they went inside to visit the Empress.

He Fu Gui stumbles, seeing those strange babies rolling around him, like a movie being rewinded, keeping pace with his steps as they tumble down the mountain.

“You’ve really done it now!” Zhang didn’t even let Liu Zi Long speak, quickly cutting in. His intention was to pressure Xu Feng first; once Xu Feng submitted, getting that firework formula would be much easier!

“Your opponent is me!” Yan Zi Ning says coldly, like a war god descending from the skies, stamping down and causing the heavens to tremble.

“In this battle, no one can help him; it’s time to teach the newcomers a lesson. They’ve been too cocky for a while now, and it’s time to douse their flames.” Chen Fan squints, speaking slowly.

This was actually normal, as it was caused by Ye Xian sealing the acupoints in her brain. As long as that silver needle was removed and she rested for a moment, Zhang Nan’s mother would naturally wake up.

After all, these people could be considered stumbling blocks to his return; he had intended to kick them out sharply.

Captain Hua, after hearing Captain Jiang’s words, still harbored concerns. Once they found the ancient painting, how should they proceed with the next steps? In Feng Qi’s hospital room, after listening to Yan Er describe the entire situation of Feng Qi’s injury, facing the opponent, a monster, how could they win?

Casually scanning the crowd for a threat, he finally spoke slowly.

Sitting on the ground, Camilla nibbles on some food she pulled from her backpack while pondering the situation, occasionally shimmering with a milky white light as Suo Li An casts healing magic on her.

“Ha ha, we have rivals now! This masked person knows how to play; they only increased by ten thousand gold coins.” Someone commented.

Without needing instruments to check, Watanabe Jun San already knew that this most satisfactory test subject was dead, with even the internal organs shattered; such an effect could never be achieved through sheer force alone.