Chapter 129

Su Yun cast a suspicious glance at Wei Heng. Seeing his calm expression, she settled into a comfortable position in his arms, hugging a cushion to herself. Wei Heng, for his part, did nothing at all, watching quietly while muttering to himself that this Captain America wasn't all that impressive. Halfway through the film, he looked down at Su Yun and realized she had fallen asleep. He couldn't help but smile wryly; after all the effort he had put into a romantic gesture—candlelight dinner, a movie—these ordinary lovers' activities...

The T9 fan base suddenly became united in their indignation, crying out for justice for their idol, to the point that many swarmed the official blog of Jin Ying'er to cause chaos.

Yuan Hua said the latter half of his sentence jokingly. He was not Xia Luo, who would steal someone’s song and then beat the original artist to a pulp.

If a carefree immortal were to kill the companion of a great demon, the great demon would slaughter every last one of those carefree immortals.

After Tang Zhengyi and his companions were sent flying by a sword strike from the old man and coughed up blood, they saw their young master sent airborne by a single punch. They scrambled to their feet, formed a formation, and charged at the old man again.

Feng Wuhan had not expected Wang Zheng to be so difficult to handle, and he was only ranked seventh; it seemed he would have plenty of entertainment ahead.

Xia Wuyuan, feeling resentful, launched a series of vicious attacks. Qu Yihan realized that this was a powerful demonic cultivator.

Xu Anlan had always been on good terms with the original owner. Come to think of it, although the original owner didn't care much for cultivation, she was quite popular in the artifact refining workshop, likely because she spent most of her time socializing.

Seeing the expressions of the others, Tian Yu’s demeanor became even more resolute, which made Lin Yi look at him with newfound respect.

"I truly cannot resign myself to this..." He murmured, his affectionate eyes fixed on A-Jiu, like a helpless child.

The flesh on one side of Dark Crow's cheek had completely sloughed away, and one of his eyeballs had turned into a hollow, black void.

Chen Cheng was still puzzled. With rules like these, didn't it mean the flying magical beasts would have a massive advantage? Yet, from the very beginning, he hadn't seen a single flying beast appear; aside from a few dragons, there were no other magical beasts in the sky at all.

"Xiao Xia, Emirida! Let's wait a little longer! Let's wait until they are all finished before we go, shall we?" Chen Cheng said to the group.

"I won't trouble you, Young Master Kuang. Ling'er can handle it herself!" Xian Ling'er said, forcing a smile.

So, she bid farewell to Old Man Yang. However, she made a pact with him that she would arrive at his shop the next morning, help him reopen his steamed bun stall, and ensure his business outperformed every other bun shop on the street.

"No fighting is permitted within the Immortal Palace!" A cold voice echoed from inside the great hall. Everyone looked at each other in confusion; fighting was clearly allowed here, so why would such a command be issued now?

The guard didn't say a word when he saw her; he simply applied the handcuffs and dragged her inside. When Yun Muyu asked what he was doing, the man didn't respond.

Although loose immortals do not belong to the orthodox immortal ranks, they are, after all, a branch of the immortal world. Who on earth could have been capable of sealing such a loose immortal?

At this moment, Murong Qianqian was already engaged in battle with the golden-armored soldiers. Wherever she passed, radiance flowed and starlight shimmered. In just a brief moment, more than half of the thirty-eight golden-armored soldiers had been slain; where the starlight flickered, there was nowhere for them to hide.

After it was over, Joseph acted as if he were one of them, kowtowed three times to Xiao Kuang, and called him "Master."

Just as the elder surnamed Hou cried out for help, two cultivation practitioners at the Void-Returning stage, who had rushed over from the mountain of the Shennong Sect, arrived just in time.

Song Zimo’s words hit the nail on the head, but Mo Ran and the others dared not reply; they were filled with guilt and dared not admit the truth.

Shortly after Wei Du stepped out, the five great elders followed her inside. As soon as they entered, they felt the chill radiating from Wei Gutian. They exchanged looks; for the Sect Master to be this angry, the situation must be grave indeed.