Chapter 32: False Accusation! Tough Measures!

“Spirit-nullifying grass again…” Shen Qinghe sighed inwardly. She understood perfectly well that this was Zhao Shi’s doing. Even if he hadn’t personally tampered with her fields, he must have instructed someone else to cause trouble in secret. For the past half month, her spiritual fields had remained unharmed, protected by formation arrays, and she thought Zhao Shi had no way to interfere anymore. Unexpectedly, he had shifted his attention to the fields of disciples who adopted her cultivation methods. “A clever trick, using others as his weapon.”

The best self-destruction of the Eight-Headed Serpent left Tang Mu in a sorry state, so he spoke irritably toward the lost serpent avatar. Not only would he not let the other side die, he’d even try to help them obtain a physical body. If it weren’t for this, he could have directly restored their spiritual form by now.

Merlin looked at the thing on Eren’s hand, which had five metal fingers and resembled an arm, with obvious disdain.

Receiving a long-distance kiss from his favorite younger sister, Umi Sonoda, after hanging up the call and leaving the glorious Amagi Brilliant Park, Sonoda Kazekaze’s face still wore a happy smile that never faded.

Because of this, in the memories of the reborn Tang Mu, there had been no rise of powerful figures in the island nation after the apocalypse. But now, a strong champion from the island nation had entered the top ten. It seemed that Tang Mu’s own ascension had inspired some people, awakening their latent potential and granting them opportunities to rise.

The distance from the penalty spot to the goal is just eleven yards, about twelve meters. The speed at which professional players kick the ball means it flies from the spot to the net in only a matter of seconds.

The most important task at present was to guard against the troublesome hunting dogs that could appear at any moment. Until Menqi sent word and the mastermind was found, Wu Liang and his three companions had to remain constantly vigilant.

Hearing this, Maki Nishikino felt both joy and sadness—joy that her friend’s romance had finally borne fruit, and sadness that Kousei Arima had sacrificed a ten-year friendship for love.

However, upon reaching the level of the Heaven-Destroying Demon God, one would come to understand the importance of fate and fortune.

Todd ignored the others’ comments, summoning a mirror, a basket of stones, and a massive scale.

While Li Songyang was lounging on Gao Mu’s fox chair, basking in the sun, the atmosphere from the Zhaoyi Governor’s residence to the Ziqing military camp was heavy. With Li Jifu’s arrival, the war machine that had halted due to the snowfall and Zheng Yuqing’s illness was about to start up again.

The old man’s thoughts were even simpler; he believed that the Celestial Spirits could not reach enlightenment within three thousand years, for cultivating by comprehending the Dao was already slow. Moreover, the most gifted person in legend had taken over ten thousand years to become a god, so how could the ‘Celestial Spirits’—whose talent he considered mediocre—possibly hope for more?

At that moment, the heavens above began rapidly gathering a gigantic fireball, radiating supreme brilliance, slowly pressing down toward Zhao Yan.

Through a roll, Chen Yi successfully obtained the Tomb Burst Chain and equipped it, replacing the previous necklace which possessed destructive power, but whose effect had grown weaker.

“Big Ice Cube, are you here to pay for us?” She pointed at her cappuccino and joked.

“It’s fine, I’m not upset anymore! Oh, you’re blocking me—ah, it’s time for Zhouzhou to report her performance.” Lan Yin dodged the intense gaze of the Shadow Hunter and glanced toward the stage.

In the distance, the enormous fireball, sensing the aura of Zhao Yuan’s killing intent, suddenly froze. It no longer advanced, but instead twisted bizarrely, turning its head, and fled along its original trajectory.

Those in sports never worry about meeting girls like that. The sports editor, after a cold glare, silently retreated to the back, not daring to speak again.

Qingmengyun chose to transform herself into the form of an angel. She was the Sword of Destiny; her true form was a weapon. Since she could take human form, why not become an angel? Her idea was correct—she tried, and more importantly, she succeeded.