PFC Chapter 149 Enemies meet on a narrow road!
Chapter 149 Enemies meet on a narrow road!
"Senior Brother Yang, shall we go take a look?"
The man in the tower was somewhat tempted.
He also became somewhat interested in the special physique that even handsome young men could recognize.
"But we still have a mission. The news of the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament being moved up hasn't been delivered yet. If we're delayed, the Holy Land will blame us..."
Beside him, the cold-looking man hesitated, cautiously glancing at the handsome young man.
"It's nothing, just a short trip, it won't take long."
The handsome young man smiled, a hint of anticipation flickering in his eyes as he gazed towards the capital of the Great Yu Dynasty.
There are few people who can interest him, especially in such a desolate place, so he naturally wouldn't miss them easily.
"I'll do whatever Senior Brother Yang says."
The cold-faced man nodded, then steered the flying boat to change direction and accelerate towards the Great Yu Dynasty.
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At that time, in a dark, secret room in the imperial city.
Qi Xinghai's expression was somewhat unpleasant. He said, "That kid is very vigilant, and his aura is not inferior to mine. No wonder the young master is so concerned about this person. He is indeed troublesome."
Clearly, this was the person who was eavesdropping at the inn.
"It's alright, the virgin blood has been collected, now we can focus on dealing with that little bastard!"
Cheng Yuanliang gave a cold, indifferent laugh, his fist slowly clenching as he said, "Even if he has great talent, his cultivation time is ultimately too short. In the face of absolute strength, he still can't cause any trouble!"
"Chichi-"
Just then, many demons suddenly convulsed and knelt down, their bodies emitting wisps of blue smoke as if they were being roasted over a raging fire.
"What's wrong? I feel like I can't breathe..."
“It’s hot! It’s hot!”
Many weak demon disciples collapsed to the ground, tearing at their robes, their faces contorted in pain, wailing incessantly.
At this moment, only Cheng Yuanliang, a Martial King at the Great Perfection, could withstand it within the secret chamber.
Even so, he felt unwell all over, as if he were being watched by an unseen natural enemy, and his heart was filled with unease.
"Damn it! What kind of power is this that has a natural suppressive effect on my demon race?!"
His expression shifted rapidly as he keenly sensed an unknown power descending upon the imperial city—fiery, pure, and powerful, exceeding his existing understanding.
"The plan has changed. Begin preparing the Heavenly Demon Bloodlust Formation!"
Cheng Yuanliang gave the order in a deep voice, his face showing a fierce and bloodthirsty look.
Faced with this unknown force, he felt a vague unease and knew he had to make two preparations to ensure everything went smoothly.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the demons, including Qi Xinghai, changed slightly, and then they revealed a solemn look.
The Heavenly Demon Bloodlust Array is a notorious and feared array even among the demon race.
.........
Above the imperial city.
The great sun phenomenon and the two phantom images of divine birds transformed into specks of light and slowly dissipated before everyone's eyes.
Inside the inn, Li Wudao was also nearing the end of his refining process.
The severed hand bone of the Holy Body had completely merged with it, and the aura around his body rose steadily until it stopped at the early stage of Martial King.
Beside the bed, the green-haired tortoise was slightly tense. Seeing the boy open his eyes, he couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Kid, how are you feeling? Did you succeed?"
Li Wudao nodded slightly, moving his crystal-clear, jade-like fingers, feeling the power accumulating within them, his heart trembling slightly.
He got out of bed, clenched his fist, and then tried to extend a finger and gently tap the edge of the wooden table in front of him.
"boom--"
In an instant, without warning, the entire wooden table turned into dust and scattered in the wind.
The green-haired turtle glanced at it and exclaimed "Holy crap!" in its mind.
Smashing a wooden table with a wave of your hand is hardly a difficult task.
The power to dismantle an entire table in an instant with a single finger, leaving not even a tiny fragment the size of a little finger, is terrifying.
"So this is the physical body of a fully formed Pure Yang Holy Body... It feels at least twice as powerful as before!"
Li Wudao nodded in satisfaction.
With his current physical strength, he should be even stronger than an ordinary King-level treasure.
Immediately, as if struck by a thought, he walked to the window, looked at the deep night, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Cheng Yuanliang... it's time to settle our score. When we meet again, the Great Yu Imperial City will be your burial ground!"
Silent all night.
Li Wudao slept soundly and comfortably, feeling relaxed.
But he, the “instigator,” was completely unaware that because of him, most people in the capital were immersed in the shock of the strange celestial phenomenon, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
The next day, just as dawn was breaking.
Li Wudao got up with a radiant expression, then kicked the green-haired tortoise that was still sleeping on the bench, saying, "Wake up, we have things to do today."
The green-haired turtle snarled as it crawled up from the ground, baring its teeth, and roared fiercely, "Damn it, what's wrong with you so early in the morning?"
Anyone would feel uncomfortable being kicked awake in the middle of the night, let alone a creature with a naturally volatile temper, which immediately decided to teach Li Wudao a lesson.
However, it suddenly remembered the scene of the other party's breakthrough last night, its face froze, and the step it had just taken came to an abrupt halt.
Damn, I almost forgot this kid is not what he used to be, and he's even less likely to be provoked now...
"Damn it, that kick was for nothing again!"
The green-haired turtle felt incredibly frustrated.
Even when it was down on its luck, the majestic mythical beast Xuanwu had never suffered such humiliation.
Who would have thought that one day, they would repeatedly fall victim to a young boy.
"What are you muttering about? Get ready and come out with me."
Li Wudao glanced at it sideways, knowing without a doubt that the old turtle was cursing him in his heart.
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The central street of the imperial city.
An octagonal pavilion, shimmering with the light of glazed glass, stands proudly in the center of the inner city, extremely eye-catching.
Imperial Treasure Pavilion!
The largest chamber of commerce in the Southern Region, encompassing almost all types of business in the world, is known as the "Number One Pavilion Under Heaven".
Although this place is only a branch pavilion, the power behind it is such that even the royal family of the Great Yu Dynasty must bow down and submit, and dare not offend it easily for fear of disaster.
However, by Chen Shi (7-9 AM), the area in front of the pavilion was bustling with people, a lively scene with a constant stream of visitors. Judging from their clothing and cultivation levels, most of them were prominent nobles and martial artists.
Strangely, Li Wudao noticed that these people didn't look well, as if they hadn't slept all night, with heavy dark circles under their eyes.
Hearing his confusion, the green-haired turtle beside him couldn't help but snort, "This isn't your fault..."
Li Wudao was somewhat taken aback. What does this have to do with me?
He shook his head inwardly, then strode toward the door.
Just then, a cold, clenched voice rang out from not far away: "You little brat, it's you again! What a small world!"
Then Meng Yan and several disciples of the Li Huo Sect strode over, their faces grim.
Li Wudao stopped and looked over, a sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, isn't this the son of the Marquis of Zhennan? I heard you peed your pants in fright that day. Did you change your pants when you got back?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he attracted the attention of many people. Even the disciples of the Li Huo Sect who were traveling with Meng Yan looked somewhat uneasy.
They had naturally heard about this embarrassing incident, and it was truly awkward to have it brought up in public now.
"you......."
Meng Yan's expression changed instantly. He stretched out his arm and angrily pointed at him, stubbornly saying, "That day you only took the opportunity to ambush me. If it were a one-on-one fight, you piece of trash would not be a match for me."