Volume 1, Chapter 142: Four-Year-Old Gu Ning

At these words, Yuan Wenqiong and Tang Guoqiang both furrowed their brows slightly.

"That is complete gibberish! A moment ago you were adamant that our daughter was dead, and now you say you are bringing her to see us? Listen to yourself—do you really expect anyone to believe such a thing?"

Tang Guoqiang’s face was grave, his voice turning sharply cold.

The Black-White Heaven-Origin Formation, which spanned a radius of ten thousand meters, could typically only accommodate one hundred thousand people, yet the number of people inside continued to rise.

"I doubt we are the only ones encountering such an issue. If we are in trouble, it stands to reason that the other groups are likely facing similar difficulties," Shangguan Jie remarked.

Seeing this, Su Changsheng was both shocked and delighted. He let out a loud roar, grabbed a solid wooden staff, and prepared to charge forward. He hoped that by acting recklessly and drawing close to the city wall, the Japanese soldiers would be forced to hold their fire, fearing for their own safety.

Liu Li cast a look of disgust at Xia Fan, suppressing whatever she wanted to say. She started the car, shifted into second gear, and slammed on the accelerator. The vehicle shuddered and roared away.

A moment later, the sea of flames was completely extinguished. The surrounding air was filled with a pungent, unpleasant odor. Fan Zhi stood there clutching his arm, gasping for air. His clothes were charred and tattered, his face covered in soot and minor wounds, a thin trail of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Silence! A deathly silence! A long time passed before the madam finally regained her composure. Just as she was about to speak, a creak echoed through the room—the door had opened.

He knew exactly what Dashu was hesitating about, so he gave a brief instruction and sent him off to handle the matter.

Jing Chuan curled his lip. There was nothing worth praising there; as a seal-master with the strength of an Immortal Emperor, if he couldn't even defeat a group of common bandits, he might as well slit his own throat.

Noticing that Harry was observing her, even she, known as "Loony," felt a blush creep onto her face.

For a time, the attempted coup was the talk of every street and alley. People praised the new Emperor as a benevolent ruler, noting that for a matter as grave as treason, so few lives had been taken.

The next day, the vast majority of artists from Global Entertainment flocked to the headquarters. Today was the day Bai Ying would officially pass the torch and hand over power. The company had notified everyone to attend a meeting to welcome the new president and get to know the new leader.

"You've got that wrong, Uncle. I am actually a child from a poor family myself; I just happened to make some money through a bit of luck!" Xi Tianling said with a smile.

Although he had awakened the Divine Dragon bloodline, to achieve "Dragon Transformation" and possess a physique as powerful as a true dragon, he had to remain under the Dragon Blood Waterfall for forty-nine days.

"Mother Yu! Mother Yu!" He Shuxuan’s aunt was overjoyed, calling out repeatedly for Mother Yu to come over and prepare extra dishes for lunch. It was clearly a time for celebration, and she no longer cared whether or not the old man was supposed to be eating braised pork.

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen disciples of the Discipline Hall lunged toward the disciple who had been cursing, their faces twisted in cruel grins. With their blood boiling, they launched a coordinated attack.

A year later, many things had changed. A year ago, Tartaros had destroyed the Magic Council and launched a direct assault on Fairy Tail.

Clearly, he had misjudged the situation once again. This man was one of the hidden contingency plans laid out by Lin Yuantu; he would not have revealed his martial arts unless Lin Zhongxiong was in a moment of true, life-threatening danger.

It was now winter, and the air had turned cold, but this chill meant nothing to Xi Tianling. After all, his current attributes were incredibly formidable—he might not even come to harm if he were boiled in water.

After traveling for half a day, the three arrived at the East Sea. Another half-day of travel later, they finally saw it from afar: a place surrounded by shimmering, colorful light and ethereal mist, where rainbows formed bridges and jade paved the floors. Exotic birds and mythical beasts roamed freely, and the sound of dharma chants echoed endlessly above the immortal island, which occupied a million square miles of ocean.