Chapter 132: You Don't Want To... (Two-in-One)

The Empress Dowager's expressions, words, and demeanor were all impeccably appropriate, completely dissolving the remaining traces of hesitation in Ji Yuluan's mind.

Liching her eyes to look at the sky, Ji Yuluan thought that for a woman in the deep palace with no cultivation base, it must be getting quite late by now. Better not to disturb the Empress Dowager's peace and quiet any longer.

Besides, the Empress Dowager had no reason to deceive Jade Cicada Palace. Having lived in the depths of the palace for so many years, how could she possibly have any entanglement with a martial arts sect as far away as Suzhou?

Liang Xiaoying bought a total of four clothes in the shop, and Tang Jin volunteered to play the "beast of burden." Fortunately, summer clothes were very thin and not heavy at all when carried in hand.

"What do you mean?" Hydra suddenly roared. "Could it be that you want to imprison me for a hundred years?"

"I am going to kill you. Your eyes shall become my eyes, and your flesh and blood shall become the feast of my victory," the evil spirit chanted.

At an order from Xu Qingyue, two Grand Universe chess masters dragged the still-cursing Lian Mingyang away and escorted him out of the National War Arena.

As for what kind of miracle it truly was, everyone would naturally find out after breaching the mountain gate of the Slanting Moon Sect.

Liu Biao pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement. Cai Mao cast a disdainful glance at Yi Ji without saying a word. Only Kuai Yue revealed a bitter smile pregnant with deep meaning.

"Alien items are just like this; you'll get used to it in the future." Lan Duoduo took the screwdriver, crouched down, and continued with the repairs.

Ancient acupuncture, if not based on the foundation of Qigong, was also of no avail. The Supreme Purity Qigong had once been hailed as "flesh from white bones" and was the absolute pinnacle of healing martial arts in the world. Profound in its balance of the wondrous and the orthodox, using it to clear the meridians and acupoints yielded miraculous effects. Ordinary techniques, whether overly tyrannical or too orthodoxly slow, were by no means superior choices for healing.

The remaining ten people looked at each other in dismay, and for a moment, not a single one dared to respond. Master Jingyuan of Shaolin possessed supreme martial arts yet fell in defeat in a single clash; Yan Huijun of the Taiji Gate was also a renowned expert, yet he too failed to survive a single round. Even the Chen brothers, famed throughout the three armies for their martial valor, were like clay chickens and pottery dogs before him, utterly vulnerable and fragile.

Lu You brandished his long sword, the blade's light sweeping across the waist of a monster. Seeming to fear Lu You's sword light, the monster flashed backward like lightning, yet it was still a step too late. A gash over a foot long tore directly across its belly, sending fresh blood flying everywhere.

After finishing the talisman, the old man chanted an incantation toward Meng Xiaoli. With a flash of light, the old man re-encapsulated Meng Xiaoli back inside the umbrella.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shuai Yuan chanted an incantation and tossed one of the demon-revealing mirrors into the air. A beam of light enveloped Bai Jin, rendering her completely immobile. At that moment, Shuai Yuan closed in and executed the inner lion seal of the Nine-Word True Mantras, striking a single palm against Bai Jin's chest.

"Heh~" Yang Ji's face felt somewhat warm. He knew his own limits better than anyone, but he would never speak of this secret for the rest of his life.

If the mother-in-law had not felt such a guilty conscience, Zhang Qingting could have hardened her heart and completely ignored everything the woman had done. Yet the mother-in-law felt guilty, which proved she still held some affection for her and felt she had wronged her. But since she clearly knew this, why must she stubbornly persist in her own course?

He was to either find Clan Head Zhao for help or seek out the Sheng family elders; by any means necessary, he had to help her recruit a few capable men to first resolve this pressing emergency.

At the very instant the dragon essence descended to the ground, Baili Bu snatched it in his grasp, rolling backward with a force-dissipating motion for a long distance before finally steadying himself. Opening his hand, he saw the dragon essence still struggling incessantly in his palm, retaining its consciousness. He had no choice but to channel lightning into his hand, cleaving down with a single finger before the dragon essence finally grew still.

"I will call Yijie to handle this matter. Drive over to pick them up right now," Leng Muyan said, cutting off the call before dialing Ling Yijie's number and issuing brief instructions in a few words.

If it were before fusing with the Blood-Drinking Battle Armor, Yang Ji's ordinary physical attacks could unleash a force of one million catties—this was already thanks to the might of the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art. Had he been an ordinary human immortal, a standard strike would only have generated around three hundred thousand units of offensive force.