Chapter 129: The Giant Python with Mystic Markings

With a bitter smile, he stopped dwelling on the matter. In any case, it was impossible for him to take the Profound Shadow Nether Night into the competition; not only would it render the battle meaningless, but it would also needlessly expose his trump card.

Yet, even now, Qi Xiao was filled with a sense of absurdity and unreality. After all, although the Profound Shadow Nether Night could currently only be used as a contract vessel to passively summon the Profound Pattern Giant Python and issue simple commands—with more intricate instructions and diverse functions still inaccessible—it was already sufficiently staggering.

"It sold for over three hundred million. If we sell it again next year, it will likely reach four hundred million!" Chen Wanru said.

These two faces, which once struck fear into the hearts of martial artists across the world, had now appeared once again at the Heavenly Sword Dojo.

Suddenly, Chu Xuan unleashed the Great Dao of the Holy King; its domineering aura forced even the power of time to grind to a halt.

Just as he had expected, after Jiang Yuwei and Xia Meng politely acknowledged each other, there was essentially nothing left to say.

Pangu's voice resonated in Li Yi's mind once more, and Li Yi, who had been somewhat dazed by the assault of boundless mental energy, instantly cleared his head.

Considering the cataclysmic, world-destroying capabilities of beings above the God King level, it was clearly inappropriate and contrary to the original intent of the ceasefire to have God Kings, Great Potentates, or Quasi-Emperors compete for it.

Abdu was stunned, not knowing how to reply. It seemed Taravi knew he was an undercover agent.

Shu Nan, the current patriarch of the Heaven-Swallowing Rat clan, clearly understood that a pessimistic atmosphere was spreading within their ranks.

The universe is eternal and unchanging; basically, every thousand years, a new cultivation planet emerges. However, no cultivation planet had ever produced a native as monstrous as Lin Ruofeng.

Zhou Yuchen let out a heart-wrenching scream. The terrifying sound waves swept across the entire Linghan Sect, causing rows of buildings to collapse with a roar and countless martial artists to flee in panic.

Xiao Lin withdrew his gaze from the predecessor's head and, whipping up an even more violent aura of malice, charged toward the Sovereign King of Heaven and Earth.

If his primary targets hadn't been the Kunpeng Daoist and Murong Qingcheng, and he had focused on slaughtering the other holy land disciples, the casualties would undoubtedly have been even more staggering.

The main issue was that everyone was away from the capital recently, so she had to go herself. Had it been elsewhere, she could have left it to her disciples and grand-disciples to resolve.

Although the only person he knew was a head chef at a Duke's residence, the saying goes that even a minor official at a Prime Minister's gate holds weight; a head chef at a Duke's residence was still more prestigious than many actual officials.

Yu Zhiyi discovered that while this person appeared cold and ruthless, his heart was actually very soft, and his smile was quite warm.

Could it be because of Qin Yu's help in dealing with the Zhou family? That didn't seem right; it felt more related to the orphanage matter.

Su Ci racked her brains, almost bruising her forehead in the process, hoping only to find more useful information.

In this way, not only could one save effort, but one could also turn the enemy’s own strength into one's own attack—a classic case of overcoming great force with minimal effort.

As for the high-sounding words of Murong Fu, they might deceive ordinary people, but Su Ci didn't believe a word of them; she felt as if she could see the filth and darkness deep within his soul.

Especially after learning that the Princess Consort of Prince Duan had sent such expensive jewelry to the Jade Hibiscus Palace, he felt even more that those who offer favors without cause must have ulterior motives.

Having said this, Meihua hurriedly stepped forward, trying to grab Qinggertei’s leg, only to be kicked away by him with great force.

Of course, the Emperor frequently visited the Jade Hibiscus Palace, but it was not to see her—it was to see Xiao Wanci, someone she had disregarded from the very beginning.

Qin Hong and his personal guards moved in unison, and as they were all familiar to the people of Jiande Prefecture, they tried to avoid going outside once they boarded the ship. They only allowed a few of Xie Zhi’s rarely-seen guards to steer the helm. Once they reached Qin Hong’s territory in Yantian, everyone, including Qin Hong, donned black leather masks.

Since the first potato plant bloomed, nearly seventy acres of land had begun to blossom in succession. Across the gentle slopes and flat ground, vast stretches of green leaves and yellow stamens with white petals swayed in the breeze, presenting a truly beautiful sight.