(173) Evolved Hornless Dragon

Liu Yi was confident in a one-on-one fight, but facing a swarm of high-tier venomous snake-shifters attacking together was definitely going to be troublesome.

Hiding within her dimensional space, she let out a couple of roars, sending out her own venomous snakes to confuse the enemy.

Hearing Liu Yi’s flood-dragon roar and knowing she was lurking nearby, Di Yan was the first to transform.

Its serpentine body was sleek and massive, towering like a lofty mountain peak. As it slithered fiercely, its limbs fully extended to reveal broad claws, looking incomparably mighty.

Wang Chongyang thought to himself that he had nothing to do anyway. His father’s test results would take at least three days, and alchemy was not something to be rushed, so it might be a good time to run a test now.

Undeniably, Wang Chongyang had harbored many thoughts about Tian Wu in the past, including the realization that everything he possessed had been arranged by Tian Wu. At most, however, he merely thought that he harbored rebellious intentions toward Tian Wu and that Tian Wu was aware of it, never daring to delve any deeper.

When the grandmother asked Lin Xi to entertain the Prince Rui, that strange stir of emotions welled up immediately. Without realizing it, she twisted her handkerchief into a knot and, in a daze, blurted out an excuse before running off.

"There's no need to doubt me, you can give it a try! Just use your poison directly. I guarantee you, even without using my special abilities, your poison will still be completely useless!" Liu Liu said.

That bully had only yesterday made grand boasts that the position belonged exclusively to his cousin, leaving the entire Marquis Yongning's Mansion at a loss as to how to resolve the matter. Just thinking about it was utterly frustrating.

She wore an ultra-short, baby-pink skirt, paired with an extremely sheer white top of similar length, and walked straight over here.

Liu Liu slowly walked up to Luo Sheng, who was still struggling, yet unable to get back up no matter how hard he tried, and could only glare furiously at Liu Liu.

Looking at the old lady's sorrowful expression and tone, my heart felt rather heavy, yet I had no idea how to comfort her, terrified that saying the wrong thing would only deepen her grief.

I could no longer care about anything else; I only knew that this time, I had to completely break Zhou Hao's spirit once and for all. I wanted to make him stop opposing me and take control of both the first and second years of high school.

"What poison?" The Imperial Noble Consort rose abruptly, her luxurious golden hairpins shaking violently and reflecting the light into people's eyes, matching her piercing gaze that was difficult to meet head-on.

Ma Jin was not one for many words, but fortunately, Qin Yang's questions were detailed and patient enough that their understanding of Xiao Xiangdong and Zhao Feifei had risen to a new level—at the very least, they were no longer just two distant names.

"Who would be so bored? Besides, a trick like that is simply too low-class." Li Mu didn't care who the other person was; he was in a bad mood and didn't want to be disturbed.

"Chen Jing? Hmm, she should still be at the restaurant... When the two of you left earlier, we didn't have cash to pay for the meal, so I left a card there as collateral. If you hadn't mentioned it, I almost forgot. I'm not sure if she's still there." Chu Yun recounted what had happened earlier to Li Mu.

Actually, even without Xie Haifeng opening his mouth, Chen Yu—knowing about this—would have tracked it down anyway. However, since Xie Haifeng brought it up, the situation changed; since the latter did not know he had to speak up, it was only right to claim whatever benefits were due.

"Isn't it all for these three-leaf reds? Otherwise, water-hating spirit beasts like the Fire Cloud Snakes wouldn't be here," the scarred-faced man said.

"What? How is that possible?" At this, Jin Jianyong was instead taken aback, never expecting Zhou Dao to catch his Overlord Saber Technique with bare hands.

Like zombies, soul fires burned fiercely within their sunken eye sockets, except that their soul fires carried a trace of pale purple eeriness and sinister poison.

Lan Cangzhu asked a question with a lingering chill, her tone acting like a sharp sword that severed the air, enveloping Qiao Hanxian in a sudden, suffocating grip.

When they first arrived at the lakeside from the dark path, their eyes did not struggle to adapt to the light. It was all so natural, just as if a grand ball were awaiting the arrival of distinguished guests—everything felt entirely reasonable.