Chapter 13108 — Wei Zhao Was Naturally Not One to Make a Fuss

It was not Wei Zhao alone; Chen Feng and He Piaoliang too, having been abruptly shifted into their new positions, found much that needed training and adjustment.

Every last detail had to be drilled to perfection.

This was an exceedingly serious matter, admitting not the slightest carelessness.

The three of them had trained for scarcely a day before another new member joined.

Looking at the young man Li Jinwang had brought before them, Wei Zhao and the other two were all struck dumb at once.

Whether in appearance or in bearing, this man...

"..." Dugu Hong stared at the thing, speechless and choked, at a loss for what to say. And now the fellow had gone so far as to style himself his father-in-law. He himself seemed... well, best to watch and see. Matters had apparently already grown to an exceedingly complicated pass.

"The Long family?" Cuihua's expression changed at once; her originally rosy face turned in an instant to a ghastly white.

For Eientei was an ally of the Yakumo family, and even Reisen had been taken down by Marisa, let alone the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

Kirisame No. 23, adapting to the opponent's fighting style, drew upon the experience and knowledge inherited from Kirisame Rentaro.

The great axe shattered on the spot. The long halberd broke the axe without exhausting its force, still cleaving through all before it like a splitting bamboo; a blade-sharp aura spread outward, and the two great azure pillars were at once subjected to that cutting and collapsed immediately.

"Don't you quibble. If you really had the ability, would we need to question you?" one wolf-beast said, thoroughly disgruntled.

"A dog of a servant—so I struck you, and what of it!" Letian snorted coldly, stepped forward, and dealt another kick that sent the servant sprawling to the ground.

"Very well, sir, please wait a moment." Casually handing a card to the shop assistant, Jing Yuchen went on browsing elsewhere in the store.

When the dragon's head came thrusting down, though its dread pressure was not aimed at Jun Buluan, that terrifying momentum and the astonishingly vast dragon head still left Jun Buluan scared out of his wits; he rolled away at once in utter panic.

"Brother Ye, there are six people on the shore. Apart from one whose aura is very weak and whose cultivation is below ours, the other five have exceedingly robust auras and cultivation above yours and mine—at least the cultivation of initial-stage Soul Ancestors," Yang Lang said to Ye Feng after sensing them.

Wu Hui said no more. Much as he would have liked to toss Zhou Xiong the remark "mind your own salted radishes and stop fretting over other people's bland concerns," in the end he did not say it aloud.

The group raised the question of how to respond if the enemy position proved impregnable, and set forth the dangers that might arise, together with countermeasures, for discussion.

Li Ju looked at the blood flowing along the blade of the Withered Leaf Sword in Tan Hai's hand, and the corners of his own bloodstained mouth curled high.

"I have tasted it; it is very fragrant. It is only that my appetite has been poor of late—pray forgive me," Gu Zhiru said indifferently.

"Every move a peeper makes must be kept secret. Qi Mu plainly lacks that capacity. Even if he has mastered demonic power, he is merely qualified to join our special training—still no more than an ant the size of a palm!" Ouyang Kangsheng gave a cold snort.

Su Menglin: I am still working hard at my studies, and my confidence still falls a little short—after all, I was not a professional forensic examiner before.

Was he worrying that this was a trap? Cao Zheng knew the alien demon Crimson Wolf was highly intelligent, and could only secretly ponder what on earth the other was up to.

Jue Xinan bluntly called him out, yet did not press further, but quietly waited for him to speak of it himself.

Beneath their feet was a square platform fully several hundred zhang across, with a huge teleportation array in its center; it was from this array that they had just come.

From afar came again bursts of the blue chi dragon's furious roars, and another sort of roar like crashing thunder.

For no reason at all, grief and dread flooded Tianhun's mind. That mother goddess, at once revered and feared, rose before his eyes—those slaps delivered without the least mercy, always leaving him dizzy and seeing stars; and yet after every punishment, she would tend their wounds with incomparable gentleness, gentleness she seldom showed even to the father god.

Now that the sword-forging was truly about to begin, Li Hui could not help but feel a faint stir of excitement—after all, this was the first time he had set his hand to refining a magic treasure, and moreover to refining his own life-bound magic treasure.