Chapter 13083 — Wei Zhao Actually Has a Divine-Equipment Trait, and the Entire Hall Erupts

"Wei Zhao actually has a divine-equipment trait?"

"Don't only immortal divine equipment have divine-equipment traits? Could it be that he's fused with an immortal divine equipment?"

"Then that explains it. If he didn't have a divine-equipment trait, how could he have instantly killed Huan Xiong?"

The crowd came to a sudden understanding.

He Piaoliang and the others, however, looked at Wei Zhao with expressions as though they had seen a ghost.

"You've hidden this far too deeply!"

It was impossible, of course, to lay every card on the table, but over the course of an entire Divine Gathering tournament, the other four—Xue Wanqian included—had all already...

Even standing within that era, everything one saw before reaching samsara was but drift and surface.

"Truly? Master, you—you can really save Wan'er?" Jiang Qiaoxi was overjoyed. So long as Mu Wan'er could be saved, she would pay any price.

Above the entire Lake Mountain Immortal Sect, the spiritual energy suddenly shuddered, then in an instant contracted madly inward. It was as though a bottomless black hole were devouring all the spiritual energy around it.

In the hotel, Su Man lay half-reclined on her bed in her room, flipping listlessly through a television with only two channels and yawning.

Realizing this, Ling Zhiyuan regarded Zhang Dashan with considerable respect. This man held sole dominance over Qishan, yet at the critical moment he could keep such a low profile—from this one could see that his achievements were by no means unearned.

"I said that so long as your demands are not excessive, I can agree to them. But you want my life—that demand is too much, and I beg your pardon, but I cannot accept it!" Lin Tiancheng was certainly not about to hand over his life for no reason, still less let those secretly scheming against him succeed.

"Ah, let's not talk about that anymore, all right? Yi Haocheng, since you're here, why not come with me to the top floor to clear our heads?" Mi Haisha sighed. She looked quite optimistic, and had successfully changed the subject, saying to me with a smile.

Li Qiao nodded gladly. In his previous life this had been called a guild, but here no such institution had yet appeared. For now, though, he was only making a beginning; this sort of thing required a long time to build up the credit that would guarantee it. It could not be accomplished overnight.

Cai Zhixiong recounted in full detail every piece of information he had gathered, concealing nothing.

realm, entering the second-tier level." Liu Zong said hurriedly. His figure merged into one and appeared before Li Qiao.

Alone and far off, sword soaring high in the sky, everything was in readiness; at this moment the starport was thronged with figures, and the vast starport docks were filled with disciples of the Nine Peaks Sect. Crescent-moon arched interstellar ports were strung one after another, and towering sailing ships lay moored along the shore. They were retained because the original motive power had to be preserved, as a safeguard against every need.

This injected a shot of confidence into the Qiedi Hou Great Chanyu, who had been preparing to withdraw his troops, and he was overjoyed. The Chanyu immediately summoned his subordinates and held council through the night... Splitting the army in two, under cover of darkness they quietly seized the hilltops and mounds around Li Ling's division, enclosing them tightly within.

Only special spirit bodies could wield it. Sun Wukong, for instance, whose original form was stone, or the divine dragon, itself an ancient deity. And the reason Xiao Fei could master it was the Primordial Chaos Ancient Sword.

Pei Yuan was briefly taken aback, his expression peculiar, as though he had not expected them to be so easily dealt with; a half-smile appeared on his face.

Shaking his faintly aching right arm, Tu Shang's fist clenched in an instant; his legs bent slightly, lowering his center of gravity, and his clenched fist once again charged toward Jiang Fan's fist.

Suddenly the old village chief of Zhengmei Village came running in, weeping, "Save us, please!" The old chief was sixty-three, named Zheng Deli; it was he who had recommended the two sisters, Zhengmei and Zhengli, back in the day, and the moment he heard from the proprietor of the Linyang Inn that the two sisters had returned, he had hurried over at once.

A burst of sparks flew up—not only did the ghost soldier's hands fail to be severed by her blade, but they swung down toward the top of her head. Lan Yudie was frantic at the sight; she ducked low and tried desperately to dodge, but it seemed already too late. Just then a fist the size of a sandbag came in from the side, and with one punch it smashed the skeleton soldier into bare bones.