Chapter 119: Daily Life at the Cinema
In the film Twilight, supernatural talents require development. Take the protagonist Bella’s ability, for instance—a shield that grants immunity to all psychic powers. Initially, she could only use it on herself, but after the guided stimulation from a female vampire, she gradually learned to extend this shield to protect her entire group. Li Changsheng’s goal was to acquire the talents of every mutated vampire. To covet all such powers sounded grandiose, perhaps even a case of greed exceeding one’s capacity, but Li Changsheng was undeterred.
"Men, charge into Changyang! Wash the warriors of Luofeng in blood—kill!" Damuqi led the charge, his overwhelming battle aura slashing toward the ramparts of Changyang City. White and European appearances are often regarded as the norm, while people of color are frequently perceived as disadvantaged. Liu Tianhao immediately intended to head down to the gates and join Ding Yuan in leading troops out to repel the enemy, but he was blocked by Gao Shun. The azure robes of the sky danced with the night wind, the icy phoenix resonated with the rhythmic plucking of the moon-zither, and the butterfly-flower melodies acted as both a guiding light and a navigational beacon.
"Confucianism, Daoism, Legalism, and Mohism—these are all disciplines we study day and night, but what of the School of Diplomacy?" Xun Shuang asked again. "Qiqi, come down and eat." It was her mother calling her. Lianhua jumped to the floor, transforming back into human form. Fang Yan no longer wished to delay, as the situation had reached a critical, hair-trigger state. Shiliew, having seen through Blackbeard’s intentions, chose not to leave the crew to embark on a killing spree in this country.
After successfully ascending to the Immortal tier, Gu Xinan wearily opened his eyes, whispered a "thank you" to the elders around him, and lapsed into a deep sleep. Or rather, the reason I could remain calm and protect my sister in the underground laboratory was largely due to these fragmented, ethereal visions. Suddenly, Old Man Luo felt the line in his hand twitch. Lin Wanwan floated out, her body riddled with injuries; she collapsed in a state of exhaustion, her face deathly pale, her soul flickering as if nearing its limit.
In that moment, he seemed to manifest as a god of war. The character for "battle" inscribed on his body shifted rapidly, appearing on his fist before he launched a strike toward Young Master Ning’s palm. Through the corner of his eye, Lü Tianming caught a trace of approval in Ding Yun’s gaze, while he himself became exceptionally respectful. Clearly, the "old man" in the flying artifact was a formidable entity, likely an elder to Qiao Ling’er. Using his clairvoyant vision, he saw a wisp of ghostly blue light shimmering at the center of the compass, swirling like a Taiji diagram divided into poles of yin and yang.
Everyone gasped in unison. According to Claudia’s description, Archimonde was indeed nothing compared to that monster, yet even Archimonde was a being nearly impossible for mortals to resist. If that monster were to escape its cage, the entire world might face destruction. The owner of those ghostly claws, seeing its strike had failed, slowly retracted its hand back into the rock wall.
By now, his mastery of spiritual power was on par with his internal energy, more than doubling his overall strength. Even if he were to encounter a mid-stage Earth-tier warrior, he would have nothing to fear. Once released, the internet erupted in a sensation; countless people were electrified. Some who had failed to comprehend the Ancient Savage Bull Visualization found it effortless to master the Thousand-Fold Wave Technique instead. Even if it were not as powerful as the Mowu Secret Arts, it was not far behind—which was precisely why Xu Le instructed her to keep honing her foundations.
Yet, it did not want to give up. If it gave up, how would it be any different from any other octopus? However, although Lan Huangqu was afraid, a stronger desire drove him. Bai Juyi’s strength was surely inferior to his own; it was merely the sword in his hand that was powerful. If he could seize that sword and become the master of the Lamenting Blade, wouldn’t it be killing two birds with one stone? What puzzled me even more was how she could hold down a job as a planning supervisor at Shengde while suffering from a mental illness.