Chapter 110: The Almighty King

The final round of the competition has finally begun in earnest. Everyone is filled with intense nervousness, as the outcome of today’s matches is set to determine the future fate of the two great associations.

If the Northern Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine emerges victorious, it will effectively shatter the winning streak the Southern Association has maintained for years, which also means that the association headquarters located in the capital will remain free from outside control.

And...

Half an hour? You wouldn't even be able to make it off the Nether Peak in half an hour. Everyone's spiritual consciousness is blocked; even sitting on the captain's spirit boat, it would take several days to fly beyond the boundaries of the Nether Peak.

"Rumor has it there are only ten red flags. Sister Chunyu, I hear you have a thing for the captain of the Flying Eagle Team; surely you’ll run into him while trying to grab a red flag. What a rare opportunity!" Li Xin teased, keeping a straight face.

Before he could finish, his mouth was silenced by a kiss from Murong Bing. She knew Qin Hao’s temperament well; if she didn't offer him a little sweetness, he might truly choose to ignore the matter entirely.

Though her daughter would often bicker and play around with that Ao Chun, Mother Ding was unaware of his true identity and found it inappropriate to ask.

It was a long and delicate process, requiring immense mental energy and primordial power, as well as precise control over the heat. The herbs produced by the Dragon Clan were incredibly potent and aggressive in nature. Lan Mingge observed constantly, and at the slightest sign of change, she would infuse a stream of pale blue, moisture-rich energy to temper the ferocious medicinal properties.

"Then how can you guarantee, Master, that my next child will be delivered safely?" Concubine Su asked, her expression stubborn. She had spent the entire night wheedling until she finally convinced Lin Maoze to exile Lin Feiye to the country estate.

It could be said that this stark contrast was enough to incite the anger and dissatisfaction of the common people.

The three-on-three training continued until nearly seven o'clock in the evening. By then, most people on the sports field had left campus to find dinner.

In short, everyone had a wonderful time, and there was little more that needed to be said. Xu Anmo knew that after tonight, as long as Hua Ling'er maintained this mindset, she would surely make many good friends.

Zhang Xu had rushed forward! He intended to destroy the remains of Yuan Chengzong, but what happened? Something within the remains emitted a flash of light, which severely injured his eyes.

Behind him, Zhuang Bifan’s brows were furrowed into deep, parallel lines, a far cry from his usual devil-may-care attitude.

Lao Dan lived in Zhou for a long time, his knowledge deepening and his reputation spreading with each passing day. During the Spring and Autumn period, those with profound erudition were referred to as "Zi" out of respect; thus, people began to call Lao Dan "Laozi."

Yu Fengmian was taken away and laid on a cold, hard wooden bed. It was highly uncomfortable, and his bones ached all over, so he simply sat up and stared into the pitch-black night. Scenes from his past emerged once more.

A-Ci seized the opportunity, lunged forward viciously, and with a swift strike of his blade, plunged it into the man’s right hand, leaving a gaping, bloody hole.

Next, the group named several more items, and Sun Wukong transformed into each one in turn.

Mo Chen personally performed a brain-death procedure on it with his Tang saber to ensure there was no chance of error. The Alligator Gar possessed astonishing strength; if one were struck by its tail, it would result in broken bones and shattered sinews. It was truly an unprovoked disaster.

The three of them—Lu Kang and the others—looked at one another, and suddenly, an uncontrollable burst of laughter erupted from them.

"I dare not refuse!" Fuxi nodded at these words and immediately flicked his sleeves. The Fuxi Zither spanned the void, flickering with five-colored light and playing celestial melodies that transformed into the shape of the Eight Trigrams, surging straight toward the River of Fate beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Yet, because of Yan Chu's initial invitation, Fu Yunzhi had completely found her sense of worth. She watched with her own eyes as the characters she drew transformed into moving images in the game, as if they had truly been granted life and had come alive.

Mo Chen also felt a sense of lament; the Immortal Mansion was still too weak. An elder with a low ranking could chop up the disciples of the Immortal Mansion like vegetables, and even one or two hall masters could hardly do anything to him. If he were to encounter elders from higher-ranked sects, wouldn't he, as the Mansion Master, be utterly defenseless?