Chapter 1149: Great Enemy in the Universe

At Five Peaks Immortal Mountain, all cultivators of the Immortal Sect who had reached the God Transformation stage gathered, with the exception of Chen Mobai.

"The Purple Cloud Palace has already appeared in the void beyond the heavens, so why hasn't Chunyang emerged from seclusion yet?" Shuixian asked, sounding puzzled. Everyone turned to Cheng Xuan, who looked embarrassed and shook his head. "I've already left him a message," Cheng Xuan explained. "If he sees it after he comes out of seclusion, he'll definitely rush over immediately." For a God Transformation True Monarch, it's normal to be in seclusion for decades or even a century.

The man in splendid robes knew the enemy before him was extraordinary. He let out a fierce roar, and his magnificent attire glowed with immense radiance, forming a protective shield.

"This is nothing," said Ling Fengyu, to everyone's surprise. "Negotiations are always about starting high and compromising. My original bottom line was that neither of us would participate in the next Holy Grail War. It was an unexpected pleasure that they were satisfied at this stage."

Now, witnessing Zhu Hong's immense power, the last shred of pride in Tong Zhen'er's heart was utterly shattered. Gazing at his imposing and domineering figure, she finally understood the vast, unbridgeable chasm between them.

"We've arrived; this is the place," Deng Chao said, stopping and looking at the vast expanse of scattered rocks before them.

"Mission accomplished," a familiar voice announced, even before the white light had fully dissipated and Zhu Hong had stepped out.

Upon hearing Wu Nan's words, Mr. Wang became deeply worried about his son and immediately called the kindergarten to inquire.

The stout man flipped over and jumped off the branch. Bird droppings still clung to the corner of his mouth, not yet wiped clean. Perhaps out of shame and anger that Bei Linchen had seen him get hit by the droppings, his entire face flushed crimson, like pig's liver.

It was a very satisfying story. The protagonist, through his kindness, obtained a secret technique that allowed him to prosper and become wealthy, which was the kind of outcome audiences most enjoyed.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head and saw everyone rushing toward him, and he couldn't help but smile wryly. The food they had eaten today contained no salt. Although it was fresh and delicious, they hadn't replenished their salt intake for a long time. So, upon hearing the words "salt-baked," their mouths began to water profusely.

Essentially, Guan Ling's life began its countdown the moment she started dreaming of flying.

Adoris lowered his head, remaining silent. He was utterly frustrated: the battle had ended in victory, and he hadn't even touched a single hair on the enemy.

Zhan Ziyu was completely shocked upon hearing this. What did being ten years old signify? He was still just a child.

She turned her head and saw a bright red spot on her arm, exceptionally eye-catching. Could someone first tell her what this red dot was used for?

A series of urgent assembly calls rang out from the temporary encampment of the Far Eastern Legion. Approximately five minutes later, a mobile unit, roughly the size of a regiment, was already moving along the road.

This old beggar was truly ruthless. Out of millions of examinees, so many had already been eliminated less than five hours after the assessment began.

Outside the cell, Zhong Qing stopped resisting, allowing the guards to escort her to the main hall. The entire room was filled with dazzling golden yellow, showcasing endless luxury.

Everyone at this table was from Zhanlan City. They originally had a good relationship with Gulong, but after the incident involving Mo Yan and Jiang Ke, their relationship became strained, to the point where they didn't even invite Gulong to dinner.

To win this fire control technique competition against Zhong Zhendong, Xiao Rang's divine sense would need to be at least a hundred times stronger! Clearly, Zhong Zhendong himself didn't possess such powerful divine sense; his divine sense was vastly inferior to Xiao Rang's current divine sense.

"Steward Liu," Xiao Rang said, shamelessly extending his hand again, "don't you have any divine artifact-level magical treasures left? Please give me two as well; otherwise, I'll be killed as soon as I leave the Hundred Flowers Palace. Wouldn't that betray your hopes?"