Chapter 13159 — A Clone Battle Against the Designated Target

Wei Zhao finished reading and was utterly baffled. "Who is the designated target? And what kind of battle is this clone battle supposed to be?"

Still, drawing on all his past experiences, Wei Zhao knew well enough that these immortal divine artifacts carried special powers that transcended ordinary rules.

When the time was ripe, the so-called designated target would naturally appear.

All he had to do now was wait patiently.

Just as Wei Zhao was mulling this over, a sudden flash of insight struck him, and he felt as though a faint yet unbreakable link now bound him to the Divine Battle Realm from moments before...

Three silver needles were driven into the Baihui, Yintang, and Renzhong points, and Chen Yu let out a groan, slowly coming to.

Because of the announcement previously posted on the Mu Group's official website, Han Yiyi had been trending for the past two days and still hadn't dropped off, so the moment she posted on Weibo, her fans and netizens immediately took notice.

The instant Ouyang Xing was sent sprawling to the ground, nearly everyone was stunned, and some were so startled that their eyelids wouldn't stop twitching.

"The Tea King is in the village! I'll take you to see him," Sister Xianxian said, leading everyone forward.

Shao Baocai clutched Xiao Pinming's hand tightly, his whole attention fixed on him, terrified that if he loosened his grip he would lose the partner he had finally found after a hundred years.

They were taken on a tour of many places in the headquarters, and Han Yiyi had more or less figured out what Mu Chenzhou's private business actually was—and she had to admit, it was quite jaw-dropping.

Huge chunks of ice clinked against one another in the blood ice tea, and as the ice melted, the taste of blood in the drink grew ever richer.

He had thought the matter with the Luo family was settled, but only days later, the Luo mansion's servants came pounding at his door once more, all ferocity and menace.

"Yes. The Wang family killed my parents and left me an orphan—I can only borrow your hand for revenge." Liu Yunlong clasped his fists and bowed low once more, pleading.

Lantian caught the smell of blood in the air and looked back to see a bright red goldfish lunging at her. Why a goldfish would have teeth, Lantian had no idea.

Before and after the great calamity were surely different. Before it, the sky had often been a clean, unbroken blue—clear, yet a little monotonous. But the world now, though not as clear as back then, was woven from every kind of color imaginable, and even spiritual energy had multiplied into many varieties—some colorful energies that even Xiao Qingfeng and the others had never seen.

He wanted to observe the state of the Great Song's various regions after the disaster with his own eyes—at the very least, the north.

Landing on the lawn and breathing the fresh air felt extraordinarily wonderful. The two skeletons were also thrilled—they had finally left that cursed platform.

"I'm only in charge of the forest races; the others each have their own overseer. Taize, for instance, the one fighting you right now," Ivo said with a smile.

Fighting back the discomfort in his body, Mu Ji launched his attack first. In an instant, countless branches condensed from mana appeared in the air, lashing straight for Patriarch Yuanyang.

"What business is that of yours?" Meng Xiongfei glared with his ox-like eyes, feigning anger. In truth, he simply didn't want to tell.

And now he was unmistakably employing this very talent—while groping his way toward the methods of artifact forging, he was also pondering the mysteries of the Great Spirit Gathering Mantra.

Both figures radiated a sharp, ferocious sword aura. One was an old man with snow-white hair and beard and a ruddy complexion; the other was his exact opposite—a middle-aged man with pitch-black hair and beard but a pale face.

Even if the court dammed every one of these rivers completely, the effect on Liangshan Marsh would likely only last a short while.

With that, she ran to the foot of the bed, pulled out a long rope ladder, pushed open the window, and flung one end out while hooking the other onto the wall. This was the sixth floor; climbing down the ladder, she found a four-story flat-roofed building behind.

A fist blazing with golden light appeared before Ning Luo. Ning Luo did raise his hand and blocked Yang Tian's golden fist—but he was still blasted away all the same.

How was that possible? The Burning Heaven Battle Physique was one of the supreme constitutions among the ten thousand races, a thing that shook the ages.