Chapter 13181 — Young Master Lin
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
At the assault on the jade rabbit upon her chest, Medusa's first instinct was to scream, but she abruptly recalled that her own clansmen were still on the ground below. The cry that had reached her lips was forcibly swallowed back down.
One must understand that contending for a king and contending for a president in later ages are two entirely different concepts. A king is hereditary, whereas a president is taken in turn.
"My lord, only half a day has passed. It should now be afternoon in the southern city of Earth," Cui Jue calculated and said.
Wind and sand whirled wildly. Below lay a vast pit ten thousand zhang wide, and within it, ruins—the faint remnants of countless buildings and the bones of monks.
He struggled to sit up, and looking at the pitch-black expanse all around him, he felt afraid, felt terror.
With that, over sixty streaks of sword essence suddenly shot from Zhang Chen's body, each one precisely merging into the right hand of every student.