Chapter 119: The Eighth-Order Whirlpool Tortoise (Part One)

Seeing Jiang Tian score a direct hit, Niu Qing and the others quickly aimed at the mutated rhino’s weak points and opened fire.

Bang, bang, bang!

As the gunshots rang out, countless bullets struck the mutated rhino. Yet without exception, every one of them was stopped by its tough hide, leaving behind nothing but a dense pattern of white marks.

Even the most powerful firearms merely embedded their bullets in the outer layer of its skin. Not even a glimpse of flesh could be seen.

I found his expression strange. When he said this to me, he glanced at A-Yang, leaving me utterly baffled, though I did not pay it much attention.

“If I ever get the chance to travel to Mongolia, could you do me the kindness of teaching me how to ride a horse yourself?” Yunbo continued.

Once they reached the side chamber, Black Boar helped Jielan lie down to rest, while the man went to the main hall to discuss Zen with the monk. Black Boar grew even more curious about the man’s origins and identity. He had no idea who he was or why he had come to their aid, but he dared not leave Jielan’s side, and so he never went to the main hall.

She had never imagined that her father would be so utterly heartless. He did not give either her or Tang Jian the slightest chance to explain themselves.

“Are you warning me that the royal city must not be invaded?” the city lord demanded, his face contorted by fury.

“The value of this vegetarian meal does not lie in how much it costs, but in the experience of enjoying it!” he said with a smile, picking up a steamed bun.

Funeral Bell set down the briefcase and slowly opened it. Taking a careful look inside, I saw that it contained two timed bombs, two white Desert Eagles, and hundreds of bullets.

Besides, once everyone learned the technique, no one would likely try to covet his cultivation base anymore. Chen Junjie would be much safer as well, would he not?

Dugu Han clenched his fists. “Nine Luminaries, you ambushed us last time, and we have yet to settle the score. Now you have delivered yourself to our door! Watch this grand master avenge my junior brother!”

As he spoke, the Blood-Soaked Bamboo Green in his hand slowly lengthened, transforming into a dark-green spear shaped like a serpent’s tongue.

In the cultivation world, rival aristocratic clans inevitably came into conflict for one reason or another. So long as neither side went too far, they generally tolerated one another. But this time, the two families had grown reckless enough to brazenly attempt to assassinate the future heir of the Chu family.

Xie Changjing had no idea what he was thinking. He only felt that something had been lost within his chest—something gone forever.

This was not an empty boast. With the system’s power, Mu Mu could truly be made stronger within a short period of time.

At Shoukang Palace, Empress Dowager Zhou had left only a short while earlier when Empress Dowager Jiang emerged from her bedchamber once more and attempted to leave the palace. As she argued furiously with the guards, Xiao Yun returned.

Xie Changjing gazed at her profile for a long while before coming back to himself. Then he glanced at the bathing tub in the room, which had yet to be cleared away.

The instant his voice fell, the shadowy figure’s fingers curled slightly. The barrier that had consumed much of Li Chi’s spiritual power to forge shattered in an instant, scattering into specks of flowing light that vanished into the gloomy depths of the valley.

His expression looked rather unkind, yet there was no anger in his tone. Instead, it carried a hint of ingratiation and guilt.

So he was not some glorious gaming god, nor did he possess astonishing predictive ability. It had all been luck? Or had the others simply received the passes well?

There was a ruthless decisiveness about him. After bathing and changing into a clean set of clothes, he once again became that graceful young gentleman of a corrupted world.

In his previous life, some Chinese people had eaten glass perch and been amazed by its flavor, describing its deliciousness as “dragon meat from the earth.”

Manman’s lips had been bitten until they bled, yet he felt no pain. All he could feel was overwhelming disgust. The Third Princess never brushed her teeth, and the stench from her mouth could be detected from far away. Today, she had even bitten him forcefully, filling him with genuine revulsion.

The battle raged from morning until nightfall. Kongxiang proved worthy of his reputation as the divine monk of Puji Temple. Together, they escorted the roc carrying more than a hundred thousand people away from the sea. With a sweep of its vast wings, the roc left all their pursuers far behind.