Chapter Eighty-Eight: Resonance

At dawn, at the Little Mount Jing Taoist Temple.

In the courtyard, Fang Xiao held a spear in his hands, his entire mind utterly focused within that weapon.

The spear was still the Hundred-Refined Dark-Iron Spear.

Fang Xiao, gripping it, was still only a sixteen-year-old boy.

Yet when his own consciousness silently resonated with the spear soul sealed within the shaft, his entire aura changed in an instant.

In the next moment, the Hundred-Refined Dark-Iron Spear abruptly transformed into a black dragon with a silver head and a crimson neck.

Zimmerman forced his eyes open with all his strength, and when he finally caught the owner of that voice out of the corner of his eye, his mind was immediately plunged into utter confusion.

"Father, I have to remind you that even if you want to control the ancient waters of the Heavenly River, you must be above the Heavenly River to absorb them." Huhu's voice shattered Li Ming's thoughts.

When the blood-red light faded, the crowd finally noticed that something was amiss. Facing the head of the Free and Unfettered Sect was not the sword-wielding Feng Qingyang, but the barehanded Piao Wuzong! Only then did they realize that the earlier holy golden radiance had in fact been a disruptive spell cast by Piao Wuzong in order to buy time for a rescue.

Jin Chanzi thought of how perfectly the monkey's transformation technique imitated the real thing; even if the Great King of Inspiration himself came, he probably would not see through it. At last, he nodded and agreed.

Once they were sure they had not been mistaken, the people in the hall erupted in involuntary cries of amazement, and among them was naturally Piao Wuzong, the very opponent in the contest.

But a divine artifact was still a divine artifact, even if it was a broken one. It could still withstand Li Ming's devouring power.

Seeing such cruel methods from Kratos, a powerful guardian believer was blasted apart with a single strike. Everyone drew in a sharp breath, their scalps prickling, their bodies unable to move.

Looking at Han Xue, who seemed as though she wanted to speak but could not, furious yet forced to swallow it all, Li Tian was beyond delighted. Such a Han Xue seemed especially lovely to him, and the smile on his face grew even brighter.

Who would have thought that the venerable monk beside him seemed not to hear a word he said at all, paying no attention to any of his hints and continuing to drag Lu Qiu'er all over the city of West Brahman.

Bai Qianyu gave Sun Yaowu a faint glance, then turned around and took his place beside Liang Chen.

The fat man flushed with rage, while Tu Youming, who had already crossed over to this side, was grinning so broadly he could hardly close his mouth. As for Qu Miaomiao, her pretty face reddened and she turned away, laughing secretly. Before long, everyone watched the fat man display the most flexible side of human nature, actually dragging one thick leg through that narrow crack in the stone.

"Good, we've got useful information. From here, we should still be far from their base, but there will definitely be sentries along the way, and there is also a temporary holding cell. It seems they may have captured someone from the Alliance inside. We have to find a way to rescue him. Now we need to move fast and finish this as quickly as possible." Zimin began to work it out.

"Wait, time reversal?" Suddenly remembering something, Ye Shiqiu stopped in his tracks. His finger slid across his storage ring, and an ancient wooden box appeared in his hand.

These so-called dragon energies were nothing more than the residual traces of a vein of qi. No wonder they were willing to use a dragon's lair on the verge of exhaustion as a trap.

Under Lin Jie's overwhelming pressure, this group of people, though they did not have to pay compensation, obediently cleaned up the restaurant. Everything was left neat and orderly, and even the trash was thoroughly cleared away.

That meant the route Jieli had taken when he led his troops in a surprise assault to Jingyang County on the Wei River was the best choice.

Su Mohan had originally meant to spare the Lin brothers, but he had not expected Lin Quanshan to be so full of spirit, willing to die rather than betray his master.

"Are you a demon?" The sentry was stunned by everything before him, left only with a muttered voice. He had completely lost the will to fight, and Lin Ping, rushing in from the side, knocked him flat to the ground with a single punch.