Chapter 80: Two Types of Needle Techniques
Upon hearing it was the capital, Luo Ling frowned at Qin Yu, asking in confusion, “How did you end up provoking someone from the capital?”
“Don’t dwell on that. Just focus on your own matters. Hurry up and deploy the Shadows throughout Haicheng—I need detailed intelligence.”
“All right.”
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Spiritual fluctuations only revealed themselves “unintentionally,” and the reactions of the many demons from beyond confirmed his suspicions.
At that moment, Prince Mingzhong also turned his gaze toward Lin Ming. He looked at Lin Ming, then at the Dragonmaster Sword in Lin Ming’s hand.
“Heh, what did I say? Go on, tell us what’s going on!” Old Ye laughed heartily, wearing an expression that said he’d known it all along.
Within the web, countless points of light shimmered like a net cast across the starry sky, enveloping Yang Ruofeng.
Xia Xun, however, did not reply. With a wave of his hand, a pill bottle appeared. The last time he’d come here, he’d already planned to concoct a poison to repel the soul-devouring locusts. After returning to the royal capital, he had made preparations for this place, and now, they were about to prove useful.
Han Xi had once silently compared himself to Xia Xun, speculating that if they met again, as long as Xia Xun did not unleash that terrifying secret technique capable of matching a mid-stage Soul Refining expert, then he himself would certainly be able to put up a fight.
Because of this, Diego’s hurried shot couldn’t reliably find Ding Yue, and Sevilla intentionally left the flank near Turan exposed.
The elders began speculating among themselves; it seemed only this explanation could account for Xia Xun’s terrifying golden body.
The old turtle crawled back into the pool and gradually sank beneath the water. Was even the divine turtle abandoning them? Jia Qianqian gazed with tear-filled eyes at the turtle disappearing beneath the surface, despair enveloping her. Could it be that the joke from last night had really come true, and she and Long Jie were doomed to become lovers in the underworld?
The deity emperor stared in utter shock at his own chest, then looked at Ning Qiandu in the distance, whose blue eyes shone beneath a mane of black hair swept up by snow and ice.
Except for her unwavering support of the three prodigies of the Ye family, Ye Zhenzhen was commendable in every other way—she truly loved and respected him. After he was imprisoned, she was the first to visit him.
“Hmph, just you wait!” With that, the waiter beckoned to someone on the other side.
All kinds of buildings were scattered across the land like stars, stacked haphazardly and without order. The floors climbed so high that the narrow, cramped corridors were shrouded in perpetual darkness, the ground strewn with garbage and stagnant water.
“You’re right. Since your fighter is wrecked, it’ll be a while before they finish building a new one.” Eriks summoned a shuttle, set the destination on the touchpad, invited his sister aboard, and then launched into an enthusiastic explanation of how he’d modified the Ryuma.
Briefly controlled by the Soul-Calming Roar, Faker showed no sign of panic—he still had Flash, and Riven’s gear was only boots and double Doran’s blades. Unless she missed an ability, she couldn’t kill him.
The bustling Tianxing Wharf suddenly fell silent, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
“Dad!” Zhao Xuan never expected her father, who never even looked at his own phone, would secretly check hers and stumble upon her chat history with Chen Anquan.
Chen Anquan’s ankle strike was like a heavy axe, swinging straight at the wild boar’s forehead.
As for the captain, once Marin had built his Trinity Force, he shifted to tank items, acting just like Moria after arriving in the New World and losing his addiction to the King’s Game under Master Kai’s stern gaze—even upgrading his ultimate first to boost his teammates’ movement speed.
Fang Yu leaned helplessly against the ruined wall, looking up. Even the dark clouds in the sky seemed to mock and ridicule him.