Chapter 131: A Desperate Struggle

"Blood Burning Art!"

Staring coldly at the Little Thunder King, Yu Yanqing, Luo Hao let out a silent roar from the depths of his soul. The Dragon-Demon power within his body surged, and his roaring life force was instantly ignited.

"Hah!"

His stark white hair flew upward, each strand radiating an oppressive murderous aura, while a sound like beating war drums erupted from within Luo Hao's body. The thunderous drumming echoed across the entire stone platform—a phenomenon that only occurs when the life force of someone with an exceptionally robust constitution is pushed to its absolute limit.

"Heavenly Pulse Thunder Sound!"

The human warriors outside the platform could not help but feel a chill in their hearts, and even the Little Thunder King and Yu Yanqing were forced to glance his way. If someone like this were to ascend to the Blood Gathering Realm, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Recovering from a slight sensation of weightlessness, Chen Mo breathed in the fresh air, heavy with the scent of the wilderness.

Ning Wu emerged from the blankets, looking at the well-behaved En'en, only to realize she had missed three years of her child’s growth; she felt she had failed as a mother.

"As for your safety, Liu Tao and Ren Xue'er will continue to be responsible for the next period. After all, you are all familiar with each other, and it will be easier to communicate," Zhang Hua said with a smile.

"Fusheng, you have two older brothers and a younger brother, as well as... a younger sister. They are all busy and have not yet returned," An Xia said, sounding somewhat tentative.

She felt her forehead burning on the way, so she took some cold medicine and, upon waking, found it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

This location was unique; it was situated in a high, central part of the ship, which not only provided a wide view but was even equipped with a telescope. It was precisely for this reason that Young Master Wang had been able to successfully capture the figures of the masters last night.

"As long as it doesn't interfere with your studies, I have no problem with it," Yun Fusheng thought for a moment and said softly.

"You think you acted without anyone knowing, don't you? To tell you the truth, more than half of the students you bribed and intimidated have already come forward to identify you."

However, thinking of the questioning voice she had just heard coming from Song Luo's phone, her gaze turned cold as well.

If the burden of the Lin family truly fell upon her shoulders, how much time would she have left to spend with Song Luo?

At this moment, Ye Yu stood as if stunned, gazing blankly into the moonlight. It was a land of incomparable peace: the sky was azure and vast, while below flowed murmuring waters, with lush willows and bright flowers—a scene of endless, enchanting beauty.

"Please, can we stop discussing such disgusting topics while eating?" Helian Nuo shot a look of annoyance at Mo Feibai, yet he still shoved a large piece of meat into his mouth and chewed it with great relish.

Xiang Lai struggled, his eyes filled with terror, constantly shouting, "No, no!" But the more Xiang Lai screamed, the more excited Han Er became, as the clothes on his body disappeared one by one.

Zhou Si did not dare to be careless and became instantly serious, but their duel attracted quite a few experts to watch.

"Never mind, I'll wait a couple of years before asking him," Helian Nuo suddenly changed his tune.

Well, she really hadn't done it on purpose. She, too, wanted to know how she had ended up with Wuhuo; it all seemed far too coincidental.

Unexpectedly, this command from Lu Qingyu immediately displeased the Falcon. It likely felt that its limelight had been stolen by someone like the Porcupine and was quite indignant. So, after the Porcupine wiggled its large rear end and burrowed into the bushes, the Falcon spread its wings and flew rapidly toward the canopy of the woods.

The intensity of this aura was immense, and it was by no means gentle. Among the island nation's practitioners, those with lower cultivation could not withstand it at all; they were wounded one after another, and those who tried to use techniques to resist suffered the destruction of their very souls.

This... this is simply... After a long while, Leng Litian shook his head, a bitter smile curling his lips, and he sighed.

Chen Xi looked at his face, thinking to himself: "A weasel paying respects to a chicken! Let’s see when your fox tail shows itself!" He still said nothing.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Chenjing saw everything clearly. The moment the two blades fell, Feng Wujiang suddenly lunged in from outside the window. He held no weapon, simply waving his wide sleeves to entangle the blades, and then, with a flick of his fingers, the long blades forged of fine iron snapped in two.