Chapter 39

"Good heavens, she has actually mastered the Great Ruyi." Jiang Huairen was somewhat surprised. The ability to expand and shrink at will—this was a true divine ability. Jiang Huairen had not expected Bingling to possess such a talent, and he was genuinely astonished.

Wang Mang, his face pelted by a sudden frost, revealed terror in his eyes. He clearly sensed that if the sharp spear tip had pushed even an inch further, it would have pierced his heart.

Her white pupils, as cold as absolute zero, scanned the surroundings. Everything she gazed upon instantly froze, turning into ice sculptures.

It is unknown who fired the first arrow, but the loud twang of the bowstring sounded like a horn of war.

"Uncle Lan, where is this place?" Zhang Tian asked. He intended to interrupt Randall's nostalgic melancholy; he feared that a man who had been lonely for a thousand years might succumb to something dire if he wallowed in such sorrow.

Watching the Nine-Dragon Bell descend to suppress her, Wanrou dared not meet it head-on. She dodged immediately, her hands weaving continuously. The next moment, Jiang Huairen suddenly appeared in a place—a familiar place, with familiar faces.

Jiang Feng did not move; he remained staring blankly at the mutated ox. He felt he had no need to be afraid. It was an eighth-level creature, and logically, he should have fled, but why was there not a shred of fear in his heart?

"Nice speed." Bai Niansheng’s eyes lit up, flickering with excitement. The Seven-Star Longyuan sword in his hand hummed in response. Li Ke’s body flashed, and for a moment, Bai Niansheng struggled to lock onto his position.

"Alright, let's call it a day. Tomorrow, after I finish my training, I’ll come over to teach you again." Lu Feifei’s eyes shimmered, and she nodded.

Luo Changfeng felt a lingering fear, feeling as though he had barely cheated death. Had it not been for the Iron Pagoda gifted by Jiang Manlou—which moved at will and was impervious to both blades and the elements—his life would surely have ended in this Iron King City.

"Su Ze, the young master of the Su family in Luo'an Town, is my primary husband. Aunt Lan, I like him very much." In her heart, she had long regarded Aunt Lan as a mother, and thus, she hoped to earn her approval.

When it comes down to it, humans are biological creatures. The primary directive of any biological entity is survival. In the face of survival, gentlemanly conduct and the like are all nonsense.

Even if his comprehensive strength reached 43 and his physique had reached the peak of F-level—rivaling the absolute limits of a normal human—it was still only half of Chen Xi’s strength. What he lacked most at the moment was stepping into the E-level to obtain the symbol of a true cultivator: spiritual power.

Sun Zeng laughed wildly; in his eyes, Yang Hao was already fish on the chopping block, waiting to be butchered.

With a crack, Jiang Dongyu’s legs buckled slightly, as if about to kneel, and a flush of shame and anger rose to his face.

But why did this unconventional master seem like such an old urchin? Moreover, he spoke of meeting in the God Realm. He probably hadn't considered that the world she was currently in had such thin spiritual energy that whether she could ascend to the Immortal Realm was unknown, let alone the God Realm. Never mind, that was a matter for the distant future.

"Leader! Something has happened!" Inside the Saint's hideout, a blonde man wearing training fatigues frowned as he looked at the report.

"Father, what is Mother’s background? Is there anything special about her? Could she be an immortal reincarnated?" Mu Yichen asked with curiosity, many guesses flashing through his mind.

Xuanyuan Yihao had become a mechanical weapon that knew only slaughter. After saying this coldly, he rushed into Ye Feng’s sword light without dodging or retreating.

As the word "inner" left his lips, Bai Su’s thousands of tons of killing intent forced him to swallow the word "person" back down, and he immediately changed his phrasing.

As a powerful forbidden technique within the Art of Burning Emptiness used to refine souls into iron, Li Qi directly extracted Wang Cuilian’s consciousness and soul, using the Scorched Fire Curse to control and reshape her.

The two children stood where they were, crying louder than the other, but neither dared to run again.

In an instant, Fang Yuan discovered that dazzling Ulysses light spears had appeared from all directions, and his heart couldn't help but shudder.

"What? Did my sister not hear what I said? My sister knows full well how the Imperial Concubine treats her. Even if not for your own sake, you should think of the Imperial Concubine." Chaoyang looked at the defiant Mingzhu and scolded her once more.

Ulysses also sensed the power contained within the dark energy flames and began to hesitate as to whether he should kill this carbon-based lifeform before leaving.

"After today, we won't be able to see each other until the wedding day. If you count it, there are still over two months left. It is truly unbearable." Thinking of this, Jing Yu spoke his thoughts aloud.

Yu Fei chuckled, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, she took a step forward and quickly followed behind Chou Fang.

The meeting became too quiet. After a long silence, Fang Yuan felt something was strange. He squinted his eyes to observe Karax, but he could not discern what the man was thinking.

Gordon and Huayuan’s expressions changed upon hearing the sound. The city was airtight with nowhere to hide; if the people from the Big Dipper Sect had entered, how could there be any hope of survival? Gordon made a prompt decision, no longer worrying about triggering mechanisms, and shouted to Huayuan, "Charge! Take them out first!" His feet landed on the stones like a dragonfly skimming water as he lunged toward the tomb door.

However, Lin did not seem to be in the right state today. She was absent-minded while practicing calligraphy, secretly casting glances at Lu Shaoqi with her crystalline eyes.

"We must also thank Wan She and Wan Jie. If it weren't for them holding back, you, Fellow Daoist Wuzhong and Master Kongji, wouldn't have been able to make it in time," said Daoist Chengtian.

"I wonder which talented scholar wrote the lyrics and music for this song," Ying Yu asked curiously, trying hard to forget the awkwardness of a moment ago.

Walking into the room behind the old man, Leng Hui was lying on his side on the bed, his lifeless eyes fixed on the rafters, wondering what he was thinking—or perhaps he had no thoughts at all.

Luo Yi sneered: "Change? You only just thought of changing? It’s too late!" As soon as she finished speaking, she exerted force with her hand and pulled Shui Chou to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed since Ying Xi and Feng Yuanyang came out of seclusion to attack Jin. During this month, Qin Feng sold various advanced weapons and studied new tactics with his generals on one hand, and on the other, he kept a close watch on the situation of the two armies that had left the passes.

Then, the blood cloud descended, and a figure appeared opposite Ying Zheng. Like Ying Zheng, he bared fangs, his eyes burning crimson.

"Yes!" The sergeant clicked his heels together and turned to leave, his empty right sleeve fluttering in the wind.