Chapter 142 Refining the Remnant Will, Undying Golden Essence

At the Red Pine Dojo, the full moon shone brightly.

Lin You raised his hand and flicked his sleeve, and instantly, layers of cloud curtains veiled the moonlight.

At the same time, the small jade tree trembled slightly, and the entire dojo was immediately isolated from the external world and heaven and earth, forming its own independent realm.

Li Qinghan, sealed within the Divine Imprint, quickly noticed this and thought to herself, this junior is truly meticulous in everything he does.

As the Daoist Monarch of the Moon, possessing the essence of the Greater Yin, she could originally have slowly—

Fortunately, Zhang Hao's X-ray vision remained unaffected in the darkness. Led by Zhang Hao, they quietly followed behind the group, all the while watching their footing; if they were to step on a branch or something and alert the other party, it would ruin everything.

She had the most direct life-and-death conflict with the Princess Regent; could it be that just to win the trust of the Princess Regent, the Saint would simply abandon her?

Apart from being hooligans and bullies in Monkey Village, the two of them held another identity: the lowest-ranking lackneys of Purgatory Stronghold.

Lin Yi looked over and saw a pretty loli of about eleven or twelve years old, who was a foreigner. This, naturally, was Mindy.

He discovered that although the jade piece described the Cyan Jade Sword Technique as merely a common, mass-market sword-controlling art, to him it was still profound and difficult to comprehend.

When Huang Qiming and the others finally found Zhang Hao, there was another round of warm greetings and self-introductions among the crowd, making for a lively atmosphere. Zhang Hao shared a warm embrace with Fu Ning and Fatty Liu San. Having these two brothers come to back him up truly touched Zhang Hao deeply.

"Roar..." A zombie with a bloody mouth suddenly rushed in and bit fiercely into the man's hand.

Following a gust of breeze, Meng Batian vanished from the spot. Less than a few breaths after Meng Batian left, the sound of rushing wind echoed, and the earth began to tremble violently.

Aily watched from the side with an icy expression, glaring coldly at Liuxing, who was conversing with Eveleen. She could not quite figure out this Liuxing; at first, he was cold and distant, then somewhat lecherous, and then he became even colder, as if he were constantly shifting his personality.

After knocking continuously for a while, there was still no response from inside, and a deep sense of ominous foreboding enveloped him.

"What? Do the likes of you still intend to resist? Don't forget, I have the ability to harvest your power seeds..." Number Thirty-Six's eyes flashed with a sharp gleam, and he looked at us with aggressive arrogance.

As this thought arose, Chen Zheng felt burning heat in his heart, and felt his decision to stand up Gu Qingzhou and stay behind in Linhe City to be utterly brilliant. He had never expected that through a series of coincidences, he would encounter such a miraculous opportunity.

Min Ling's hundreds of avatars suddenly dispersed into every corner of the city, creating an extremely shocking spectacle.

"It's me, Lord Antonios. In fact, previously at the residence of Lord Davos—" Before Antrapolis could finish his sentence, he heard gasps of astonishment from the people around him. A heavy blow landed squarely on his face, sending him staggering and nearly tumbling to the ground.

This was Davos's proposal. He intended to use this combination of measures to clearly convey to those who doubted whether the Daonian Games could be successfully organized: Not only is the opening ceremony of the Daonian Games spectacular, but the competitions are also thrilling! This would ignite the enthusiasm of all citizens and resident foreigners in Thurii to watch the games.

Qiu Shaoze glanced at her with a helpless expression. So in Shang Mengqi's eyes, all he ever did was mess around?

Watching the violent palm momentum crush toward him, Zheng Qingyang's expression remained unchanged. From some unknown moment, fierce gales had begun to stir around his body, whipping his robes and causing them to snap with explosive sounds, echoing in the empty space like rolling thunder.

He let out a long sigh, casually wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "This time, a total of eight disciples from the Jade Purity Sect came to the Shattered Star Grounds for trials, but I am the only one who knows this secret."