White Dragon Chronicles Chapter 88
Phoenix Dance of the Nine Heavens!
"Grandfather, I need to go. You can relax, nothing bad will happen." Qing Shui consoled Qing Luo. Qing Shui hoped the Martial Saint in the Hundred Clan War Barracks did not was not stronger than a Grade Two Martial Saint, or else the Diamond Gigantic Elephant would not be able to do anything.
However, when Qing Shui lost count on how many times he refined the bell, that familiar violet light abruptly shone, which made him rejoice with excitement. The exquisite purple colored Soulshake Bell suddenly became brighter, the brightness became stronger, and stronger...
Heavenly Thunder Slash!
"That's the blood master of Middle Peak," he thought, "Nightcrypt the Plaguedevil!!"
Even the small portion of power he controlled was enough that a single fist strike on his part was more than a Nascent Soul patriarch could withstand!
"How dare you try to trick an elder like me! You're dead!" Xu Xiaoshan's eyes flickered with killing intent as he cackled in rage. Waving his hand, he sent the power of his Earthstring spiritual seas into motion. Tideflow power erupted out, along with a raging murderous aura. In the blink of an eye, deadly fluctuations were racing toward Bai Xiaochun.
However, the brat in front of him had actually managed to hurt it to the point it got blown away. Even he himself was affected by the shockwave to the point he spewed out blood. But he looked on to see as if nothing seemed to affect the young man in the distance, so much that it didn't even cause him to go back by one step´...
The sensation of incredible power which spread out from his body gave him a very clear idea of how much fleshly body strength he had at his disposal.
Shocked, he scanned it with divine sense, and then pulled out a transmission jade slip. Moments later, a familiar voice echoed in his mind.
The other thing he was concerned about was whether the Thunderbolt would help to significantly raise the elderly man's strength. But as he thought deeper into it, he let out a bitter smile on his face. The original function of the weapons were to help increase the strength of offensive attacks. Not to mention it was the Ancient Thunderbolt Spear he was looking at.
He loved the concept that the poem was highlighting. It doesn't matters if one dies, as long as they had lived brilliantly. Glancing at the various spiritual herbs in his spatial realm, Qing Shui couldn't help but to be reminded once again of the Xiantian Golden Pellet. Do I really have to resort to it?
Bai Xiaochun blinked, and then pretended to look both thoughtful and sinister at the same time.
"Don't tell me he's an inquisitor too? Impossible!!" A defiant gleam could be seen in Zhao Feng's eyes; in his mind, Old Devil Zhou was an extraordinary individual who could likely continue to endure.
The Earth Element Ancient Strengthening Technique's Qi was flowing, and Qing Shui spent roughly around half a day to comprehend the technique in its entirety. The prerequisite for summoning the Vest was holding the Big Dipper Sword.
Qing Qing's gaze towards Qing Shui changed a lot. The same could be said for when she looked at Qing Yi and the others. From the moment she met with her mother and her younger brother, she gradually recalled the feelings from when she was young.
White Dragon Chronicles Chapter 88 End!