Chapter 13189 — What the Seven-Headed Spider Empress Could Least Fathom Right Now

Surely pulling up seedlings to help them grow was never meant to be done like this?

The chaos origin in Wei Zhao's hand a moment ago—naturally they had seen it clear as day.

And the Seven-Headed Spider Empress knew full well what chaos origin could do for the reincarnations of the Chaos Emperors.

But there was one thing.

A reincarnation was, after all, only a reincarnation. No matter how much chaos origin was poured in, it was absolutely impossible to absorb and digest it in an instant.

What should have happened in a scene like that was Zhou Yuan and the other three being overwhelmed by the chaos...

After the storm subsided, the ordinary grass and trees within a radius of several hundred zhang had been sheared flat and ground to shreds; even the ancient trees, thick as they were, stood riddled with holes, pierced clean through, and a thick layer of broken branches and wood dust had piled up on the ground.

Randeng Daoren hastily summoned up the Qiankun Ruler, measuring the four directions and the above and below, seizing control of the space around him, and transported all these Calming Sea Pearls into the unknown void, where they were swallowed by spatial rifts.

But one man's joy was another's sorrow—the one who had asked the question clearly found it very much to his liking, and broke into a cackle of laughter.

Sister Zhang too realized that her behavior had been too ostentatious and would draw the attention of bystanders. Her eyes darted evasively, she lowered her voice, and sweat beaded at her temples, soaking her sideburns into distinct, oily strands.

With the Illuminati and the Eternal Silence Society tearing into each other so fiercely now, they naturally could not go back to the Illuminati's territory—who knew whether it had already been overrun.

The nine-grid layout on the great screen behind him suddenly split apart, and the image in the first panel slowly expanded until it filled the entire screen.

Tashan had already sensed Yao Cheng's escape the moment the Earth-Fire Thorn Staff was struck down. Though startled, he was confident in the "Tears of the Nether Mother" and did not worry about the safety of Mu Haotian and the others.

Tang Zangyue's looks did not seem old; only her head of white hair made others mistake her for advanced in years, earning her a measure of superficial respect from unfamiliar young folk.

An eerie roar soared to the heavens—this Void Cloud Beast, as it plummeted toward the mountain stream, directly transformed into a gigantic cloud of mist, so that the remaining force of the punch landed on it as though smashing into cotton.

Since it had nothing to do with the Xiao family after all, Tang Zangyue paid it no further mind and went on personally overseeing the household's hired hands as they tended the spices and most of the chilies on their few mu of land.

As the crowd shouted in unison, in the blink of an eye a host of blood swords condensed from bloody qi appeared above Su Ying's head—dense as rain, blotting out the sky, whirling with a howl, and bearing down on Su Ying in a torrential storm.

What puzzled Su Yuting, however, was this: the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi was a figure of legend—even her own master had only heard his name and never seen the man himself. How could the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi have chosen a rogue like Shao Yitian as his disciple?

Yet then, in less than a tenth of a breath, that sword intent which had left everyone trembling with dread vanished without a trace, nowhere to be found at all.

Midnight could not help but sigh with feeling: the leading disciple of an outside power, invincible among his peers within his own faction, yet upon coming to the Dragon Group he could barely move a step—the gap was truly too vast.

So to bring it off, that person's cultivation would have to be ten times his own—but to possess such strength, one would likely have surpassed even the ancient martial realm.

"So that's how it is. Then if we get out of here, where am I supposed to take you?" Liu Feng asked. He felt this was another thankless task—he had said he would take her home, but hadn't her home been occupied? Would he then have to drive out whatever had taken over Vermilion Bird City?

Feng Hua Nutao gathered chakra into both hands and unleashed a black dragon formed of ice and snow, hurtling it at Hoshino Bing.

Su Ling was leaning too close to her, and so intimate at this moment—there was an ambiguous air between them.

"Impossible, this is impossible..." Seeing Shao Yitian's scene of turning the rotten into the miraculous, Zhou Buyi was like a man whose mind had come unhinged, muttering ceaselessly under his breath.

Qin Yu did not mind at all; he walked straight to the gates of Ling Manor and then stepped directly onto the stairs. Many of the disdainful onlookers were ready to watch him hit a wall—after all, they themselves had once been through the same.