Chapter 133: The Theory of the White Jade Capital Threat

Zhuying remained silent.

The ferocious dragon horns on her forehead slowly retracted, transforming back into small, slightly raised nubs. The azure scales that had covered her cheeks faded away like a receding tide, revealing her original fair skin.

Her chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by the metallic tang of blood. The blood she had coughed up earlier had stained her black and red uniform, turning it a deep, dark hue, like dried scabs.

"Do you still have the strength to stand?"

Bai Yujing slightly...

The four of them shouldered their packs and continued their trek into the mountains. Donghuang Taiyi deliberately slowed his pace to walk side by side with the girl, then asked with a stern, deadpan expression.

Was it the Three Departments and Six Ministries under the Emperor, the frontier borders guarded by a million brave soldiers, that map of the vast territory, or that Imperial Jade Seal?

Furthermore, Long Yang wanted to know why he could once again enter and exit the unknown world. Was it due to the jade staff and the black stone, or had he acquired a new ability? Why could he only enter once a month? And which day of the month was this particular visit?

"Heh, he was selling fake medicine, wasn't he? People got diarrhea after taking it, so he deserved to be beaten!" a bystander gloated.

The Monkey King himself was the embodiment of the Dao of Thunder. At this moment, it was even clearer that the thunder-attribute spiritual energy in the air seemed remarkably intimate with Chen Xuan, as if it viewed him as one of their own.

Lin Yun unleashed the Instant Reincarnation technique once more. The power of his sword was earth-shattering, yet that sensation of breaking through a certain bottleneck did not appear again.

"Really!" Hearing this, Jin Dou sat up with a start, staring straight at Shi Jingtian.

A soldier from the city patrol team ran to Xiao Yun's side and whispered into his ear. Xiao Yun's expression changed drastically, his brows knitted tightly together. With a flick of his hand, his long sword returned to the guard's scabbard, and he strode toward Chancellor Yan.

Some of the less resolute demons and monsters, seeing Li Guanyin successfully break into the Qin family's unguarded gates, began to harbor wicked thoughts as they imagined the mountains of rare treasures within, planning to join the looting and "prey on the wealthy."

The hiltless iron sword moved slowly and without luster, while Tianci's twin blades shone with blinding white light, swift as a thunderbolt, striking first despite being drawn later. They met in mid-air just two or three meters from Xiao Yun. Xiao Yun merely maintained a faint smile, standing with his hands behind his back, full of confidence in his iron sword.

After Ye Xing finished speaking, Yun Tiankong and the others fell silent. It was true; even if they rescued these Demon-Eaters, how could they ensure their obedience? If they were not careful, they might end up being destroyed by them instead.

This ghostly light belonged to none other than Mo Er; he was the only one on the scene with such capability. However, he only managed to capture Yue Chu, while the other three vanished from the inn in a flash of light.

Seeing the liver-colored flush on the face of the Primordial Heavenly Lord, the Monkey King could not help but laugh. His physical body had not been this formidable before; he owed it all to Fang Han, who had given him countless pills to temper his physique and helped him break through to the Quasi-Saint realm.

The young examiner's eyes went blank. With his cultivation at the seventh level of the Earth Martial Realm, he had actually been pushed back by Qin Yu?

Without further hesitation, Ye Xing left his spot and began playing hide-and-seek with the black bear, determined simply not to be caught.

Moreover, the main point of curiosity for Chen Fan was how exactly reality had changed.

Light filtered through the door panels, spilling into the hall, and combined with the heat of the charcoal brazier, the room felt warm and cozy.

"Haha, Luoluo, that's a great name you've chosen," Meng Ying said, glancing at Zhao Yuan and laughing heartily.

"Stop, I have a name. I'm called Xunmi." Xunmi hurriedly interrupted, feeling that if she didn't speak up, he would definitely come up with a bunch of names that were clearly just pranks.

The third class continued to pass the word down: the instructor was a monster, and not a single student under his command could survive his training.