97 Superheroes 06

This admission was undeniable. As Lu Yuanying recalled the hand he had raised high upon entering, a surge of fury rose from his gut and scorched his mind.

As usual, Qin Feng, who was neither entering the Realm of Chaos nor a romance simulation, was lying on his sofa at home, staring blankly in boredom.

In that slowed-down second, Du Siruo clearly saw that face distort and twist under her fierce palm strike, losing its usual luster.

"This is wrong! Something must have happened." The Daoist’s expression was grave. They had come all this way without encountering a single prodigy.

They ignored the territory of the Guang family, as the Hero Gang was now an ally; the people on these lands required the Guang family to handle their own affairs.

Suddenly, three deep purple meteorites fell from the sky. They exploded upon impact, leaving behind three purple rings of light and three massive craters speckled with violet stardust.

Han Feng’s senses and spirit far exceeded the Imperial Realm; he could feel that Zhou Xingxiu held no murderous intent toward him. Although he had claimed he would not live to take that million spirit essence, he still exercised restraint in his attacks, avoiding any high-power spirit arts.

Ling Su was also at the third rank of Eternal, but he lacked Li Moshan’s profound sword intent. His spear intent was merely at the level of momentum, and he was already straining against the eighth-rank Eternal blade master, Huo.

It is not as if you can avoid conflict just by not provoking others. Walking the path of the martial world for so long, how could one remain unstained by blood?

According to leaks from members of the Night Owl organization, it was hinted that Xinnia had masochistic tendencies; she took great pleasure in being abused, and when the mood struck, she would indulge even in broad daylight.

Thinking of how confident he had looked just moments ago, he felt unable to hold his head up, wondering how many people had heard his words. He no longer had the heart to be angry at the boy for insulting him.

Suddenly, wind rose from the flat ground. Brilliant flames ignited in the gloomy sky of the ancient battlefield, paused for an instant, and then erupted violently. Fierce, demonic energy surged toward the heavens, and the nearby poisonous insects, even the skeletons scattered in the sand, were instantly crushed into ash.

Approaching the gauze curtain, the figure finally became clearer. A faint, serene scent of plum blossoms drifted through the air.

Falling time and again under the swords of the other three, they could only watch helplessly. Unable to intervene in the illusions despite their unbearable heartbreak, they watched until the visions shifted, and the killer transformed into "themselves." If their hearts had been filled with anger and hatred before, now there was only bewilderment and disbelief.

Thousands of kilometers away from the blue and red light sources, countless purple-black electric arcs intertwined in the void, forming a vast, elliptical mirror.

This time, its other dragon claw stretched out, and its entire body surged. Both limbs and torso expanded like a balloon, and plates of black scales burst from its skin as if it could no longer contain its own power.

"Alright, I was just bored. Let’s play with this grandson," came a flurry of responses over the walkie-talkie.

"Your strikes are too slow and overly technical. Your swordsmanship is learned but not refined; it might work for sparring with your brothers, but it’s useless against experts." Patriarch Bai offered no mention of their different cultivation systems or levels, only relentless criticism.

"Ye Tian, do you think this heaven-blessed land is nice?" The fairy sister ignored the acting sect leader of Huofeng entirely, treating the Xuan Tian formation—laid out but not yet triggered—as if it didn't exist.

Conversely, Gu Yan was sent flying by the erupting energy storm, crashing heavily to the ground. "Pfft!" Gu Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to push himself up with his blood-stained hands, though it was an arduous task.

If Duan Liuming had presented Du Pingxi with a difficult problem before, he had now forced Du Pingxi into a dilemma.

When the helicopter landed, several men in black stepped out and, without a word, carried Ye Huang into the aircraft.

"Who did this? Who is the murderer of Madam Tang?" she demanded sharply, holding two "Scorpion Tail needles" hidden in her palm.

Of course, even if Jason could move freely amidst the relentless, flowing strikes of eighteen staves, neither of them believed he could break the Shaolin staff formation.

Even the firmament was dim, with few stars, save for a few moons hanging in the sky, casting a pale, yellowish light upon the earth.

The four disciples under Qiu Li’s command were extraordinary in cultivation, but if the two elders took action themselves, victory should be certain—which was equivalent to winning half the battle.

But Chixiao let out a loud laugh. "You have such a secret technique as well? Let’s see if your 'Hundred Ghost Flash' is better, or if my 'Demonic Shadow Clone' reigns supreme!" As he spoke, Chixiao also split into dozens of red clones, meeting the ghost shadows of Xie Ci.

Admittedly, the strength of Kinnara should be something to be looked up to among his peers, but there are always exceptions. If Qingwei were to defeat Kinnara, would it cause unnecessary trouble?

It was also because of the "Chess Prohibition Order" issued nine years ago that the Ruosu Chess Shop was forced to close its doors.

"Prepared as always! I really don't understand you two." Nangong Qi was also startled as he took the scroll.

Searching around, he found nothing useful, so he gathered a few weapons to bring back for the Mouse, hoping they might come in handy later.

The spaceship stopped 1,000 meters above the metal, its laser cannons targeting the site below. Through robot positioning, it could accurately aim at the metal entrance. The question was, could laser beams be redirected underwater?

I glanced at the still-burning Mad Dog Village and smiled bitterly. "Presumably, the Mad Dog King is also a dog. If those mad dogs fear fire, then the Mad Dog King surely fears it too. Moreover, this is no ordinary fire, but Heavenly Fire; even immortals cannot withstand it, let alone a Mad Dog King."

At that moment, three deep shouts rang out, merging into one. The sound was immense, reaching every corner of the great ship, heard by every young martial artist.