Chapter 139: Support Mission 3

Wang Keyue extended a finger and pointed to the sky, her lips parting softly: "Wrath of Thunder!"

This move, refined under the tutelage of Master Xuanming, had become even more domineering. The purple electric net shimmered with a dazzling white light, descending like a storm that covered the heavens. In just a second, waves of scorching stench assaulted the senses, forcing the nauseated Wang Keyue to retch violently...

Hearing Lin Fan’s sarcastic remark, Zhuge Lang really wanted to spit blood. He glared viciously at Lin Fan before turning and fleeing, disappearing across the distance of an entire star system in the blink of an eye.

At the very summit of the island stood a massive fruit tree, its branches laden with many fruits—some black, others curiously white.

Yet the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword in Wang Yu’s hand twisted and shimmered like a dream. In an instant, it transformed into a battle blade, ruthlessly plunging into the belly of the Chi Lei Tiger before being swiftly withdrawn, his figure retreating with lightning speed.

The youth in white wore a cold expression, his entire being radiating fierce killing intent. If not Yang Xuan, then who else could it be?

The guards immediately formed a protective barrier, escorting Jin Yongnan toward the safe passage, reaching out to block two workers in their path.

Yu Tianyang unleashed a punch toward Zhang Bubai, who was desperately trying to flee. Zhang’s mind was in chaos, intent only on escape. Severely wounded, his strength greatly diminished, he was utterly crushed by Yu Tianyang’s blow, killed with a single strike.

At that moment, some of the clever Chiyou warriors simply threw out a warning phrase and fled. Ridiculous—if they couldn’t even withstand the aftershocks of the attack, how could they possibly seize the treasure? Survival came first; without life, no treasure mattered.

He had already employed every known illusion technique—so why was he still unable to dispel the current predicament?

Azhi’s eyes glistened with deep resentment as she bitterly said, “You’ve stolen my heart; how could I ever leave now?”

As for the Blood-Cloud Ginseng, it was equally precious. Consuming one would nourish and strengthen a martial artist’s qi and blood, increasing physical strength by at least two to three thousand jin.

Perhaps he never imagined that those who entered would encounter one another and even join forces.

Dream God Ji was momentarily stunned; he naturally recognized the voice’s owner and thought to himself, Why is he here? Hastily, he rose to greet the visitor, two education committee members following closely behind. Both appeared to have subtly changed expressions.

Zhou Shaolong shrugged, not answering immediately, but called into the inner room, “Johnny, Ben, are you ready? We’re about to depart.” “Almost done, don’t rush,” came Johnny’s voice from inside.

One fighter jet after another, seemingly out of control, streaked across their sight. Long Yun at first thought the jets’ onboard systems had been destroyed by psychic waves. Yet the elite fleet’s fighters remained intact. Was there really such a distinction between “main force” and “servant” aircraft?

Yet Hua Qingfeng had surprisingly conceded to Yan Feng, even agreeing to let Xiao Qiner fight Yu Zhishao—with no allowances for evasion. Wasn’t this essentially a slap in the face?

The bloody ordeal on Horo Star profoundly taught them this: if you have twelve parts strength, never exert eleven.

Dai Mubai bumped him again and glanced at Zhu Zhuqing. She seemed oblivious to their presence, slowly eating breakfast with an icy expression as always.

The main priority was to grow his hair longer. Wearing short hair in the Qin Dynasty would surely be uncomfortable, wouldn’t it? Only later did Zhou Shaolong recall that his hair could be grown using life energy.

More precisely, only top-tier masters could accomplish this silently and effortlessly.

Though the two hovered about fifty meters above the ground, the flora below had long since withered under the scorching heat. The earth cracked wide with terrifying fissures, and tendrils of demonic energy seeped through, turning the soil a pitch-black hue.