Chapter 62: The Audience Has Arrived

This is the Heart-Devouring Bead. Just deliver it to the Master of the Huayao Sacred Land, and remember, do not let anyone else... see it! With these words, Elder Kujian handed the Heart-Devouring Bead to Xiao Chen.

Song Qiaoman sat alone in the interrogation room, lost in a daze, her thoughts unknown. Her eyes were lifeless, and her expression was utterly dejected.

Otherwise, given the wind element condensed by the Roaring Sky Bull, Xiao Chen feared being blasted to death by this massive mass of wind elements.

When Zhao Xingheng first met Wu Chen, however, he showed not the slightest warmth, but rather a cold and indifferent expression.

At this moment, Wu Jiang and other fiends had already surrounded the Sacred Disk, and that wispy black smoke was eroding the Sacred Disk little by little.

Returning to Pegasus City, Xiao Chen listed all kinds of rare treasures, all of which were immensely beneficial for cultivation. He then sought out Lan Qingcheng, Feng Qinghuan, You Yunling, Mu Zhiyuan, Leng Feng, and others, asking them about the treasures they needed most, and recorded every single one of them.

Having spoken, the Sand-Driving Stone Corpse transformed into gravel and instantly lunged toward Caixin and Bai Jin.

"He is the general manager of Fuyuan Hotel, and you are the third young master of the Fuyuan Group. Except for New Year's Day when you returned to the Imperial Capital, you have been in Jingning these past few days. Will you really not know him? Do you expect yourself to believe that?" Wu Chen retorted.

Xiao Zifeng understood that without cold-weather clothing, both he and Xiao Zifeng would find it difficult to hold on much longer.

Even the vulture Salai could not withstand such dense and intense attacks. Accompanied by a mournful cry, its body split apart and dissipated into midair. Losing any obstruction, the remaining black beams and electrical currents rushed forward like pent-up floodwaters finding an outlet, surging like an angry tide to roll toward Lev behind it.

Before Jim could speak, he suddenly noticed many Orc warriors lowering their weapons, their faces filled with rage. Their giant eyes widened, flashing with chilling murderous intent as they brandished giant axes and lunged toward Rals.

Zhang Han's words could be described as treasonous, yet Wu Zifang felt his entire body burning—young men always yearn to achieve earth-shattering feats. A flame ignited in his heart, making his blood surge upward. Wu Zifang turned over and dismounted, prostrating himself before Zhang Han's horse.

Zhou Jian waited patiently. After a full ten minutes or so, Leng Ruo sent him an equipment diagram.

This fellow, on the other hand, walked all the way while shouting aloud, as if he had no fear of being discovered by the Nine Heavens Blazing Flame Lion.

Wu Gou led several people back to his office, and Boss Bi brazenly followed along. The peach-eyed young man, who was originally about to be seen off by him, also smiled faintly at this moment and turned to follow them inside, putting on an air of wanting to see things through to the end.

In just a few words, Old Ancestor Mingling and Old Ancestor Ice Chi laid out a heaven-shaking conspiracy. Even the most foolish person, after hearing a few sentences, would know that if this plan were successfully executed, the casualties would undoubtedly be disastrous; at the very least, human cultivators would suffer unprecedented and devastating blows.

There were forty-five people in total, and as expected, they were merely descendants of wealthy merchant families from Great Xia City. The truly powerful and influential aristocratic scions were virtually absent. The Snow-Appreciating Gathering clearly could not compare to a gathering of descendants from the Five Great Clans or the Young Lords of the Four Continents. However, every single one of these wealthy scions possessed vast fortunes and was overwhelmingly proud.

Zhang Fu was very angry, and Zhang Yue thought the consequences would be dire. Her voice choked, and tears were about to fall.

The brain stopped speaking further. Its spiritual power remained in a state of diffusion, as if it were still monitoring external events.

If it followed the pattern of the first encounter, the old friend's actions would obviously 'provoke' Liang Dong into launching an even more violent attack. This was only the second move, and don't forget there was a third move. According to the old friend's temperament, even knowing he would lose, he would not back down. In other words, he might survive the second attack, but the third would be utterly unblockable.

With a muffled "bang," the white dog crashed heavily to the ground, its head battered and bleeding, though judging by the situation, it would not be life-threatening.

The fact that Tong Ting could appear here meant that she had successfully passed the trials of the Tong family's sacred land.

Looking at Li Haonan, who was smiling out of anger at the moment, Gu Xiaobei felt her temples throbbing violently. His smiling face gave her a suffocating sense of tension.

Qiao Suhan was worried—worried that their father would punish her younger sister. Qiao Yue, however, did not worry much; because their mother had passed away early, their father pampered her quite a bit. Her changing expression was simply due to anger.

Suddenly, a dark green figure darted out from the woods along the riverbank, charging toward the crowd like lightning. The monster looked somewhat like a pig, but its body was covered in long dark green fur, and two long tusks protruded from its mouth, making its overall appearance extremely bizarre.

"Your progress surprises me. Given your talent, it is difficult to become a Five-Star Origin Master, but you have done it, and you have gone further than those classmates with cultivation talent." Watching Xu Zhe sit upright without a trace of pride or complacency on his face, a flash of admiration crossed Sang Fen's eyes.

"Master, you're happy that Camilla did this, right?" After the battle, Camilla stayed in Liu Hao's arms, acting coquettishly.

Qiao Yue had truly cast all caution to the wind this time. Ignoring her father's fury, she forcefully shook off her two brothers' hands and ran toward Lan Ke.

However, before Ma Jin could even warm the eighty thousand taels of silver in his embrace, Yan Yi, that debt-collector, came knocking with a smile on his face.