Chapter 38

Dai Huadong, however, felt a twinge of surprise. Although he could not compare himself to the true masters, he had been playing for quite some time, and it was humiliating to nearly capsize against a novice like Lidao.

"Humph! How could I let you escape?" The World-Extinguishing Demon God glared at Meng Batian, who was attempting to flee, and let out a cold snort. A streak of black light shot from his fingertip.

"How can I die here!" Liu Jinniao grit his teeth fiercely as a long blade materialized in his hand—his martial soul. He used the blade to parry the melee soul-guided weapon descending upon him.

Tian Qi let out an exclamation. Although her light-body technique was remarkably profound, the distance she could leap was quite limited. Furthermore, as she did not possess the "Dust-Stepping" ability, the height she could attain was a mere few dozen meters.

This was his pride, the direction of his efforts for over twenty years, and the goal he had set for himself.

Bang! Bang! Bang! A series of violent explosions erupted, the intense pressure crushing the air and manifesting as air cannons that bombarded the empty void.

Unreal is unreal. No matter how much it pulls at me, no matter how much it tries to intimidate me at every turn, it remains unreal.

Li Chengqi, accompanied by his two remaining younger brothers, had just reached the entrance of Mingde Hall when he witnessed this scene. They walked over to Li Longji and Li Longye, knelt down in succession, and extended their arms in an embrace.

To avoid the taboo of the posthumous title of Empress Zhaocheng and the Emperor’s own name, all four brothers had changed their names. Li Chengqi and Li Cheng’yi were now Li Xian and Li Hui, while Li Longfan and Li Longye had become Li Ye and Li Fan. On this day off, Li Longji had summoned his brothers to the palace to accompany him for lunch.

Ye Chen could not help but curse under his breath. Had the old man’s condition not been so critical, he would never have employed the Seven-Star Needle Technique. He had not expected that performing the technique in its entirety would be so draining; he had truly backed himself into a corner, finding himself unable to dismount the tiger he was riding.

As for the three young men, including Lu Haoran, their eyes first turned toward Xue Mengyan, a hint of ambiguity flickering within them.

The only ones whose expressions remained unchanged were the few disciples at the fourth level of the Foundation Establishment stage. They stood with arms crossed, waiting to enjoy the spectacle. After all, Yin Feng had only specified disciples below the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, so it was none of their concern. It would be absurd for them to fight a second-level Foundation Establishment cultivator for a mere five spirit coins.

The Peng-Feather Dragon opened its maw, but the Ascension Peach was nowhere to be seen; it had long since been swallowed into its belly.

He instinctively dodged to the side, and the white light struck the mirror behind him, instantly shattering it into fragments across the floor.

Previously, challenges among outer disciples were held on the martial arts platforms of their respective peaks, so most in the sect had never seen the Sword Hero in action. Today was a rare opportunity, and no one wanted to miss it.

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Fatty didn't call Haozi, knowing that Haozi would be coming over in the afternoon, so he wasn't in a rush and sat down instead.

As soon as Hao, Yang saw the situation, he knew they had come to extort him. Beauty pills, no matter how many one consumed, would not cause facial issues, as they functioned by regulating the body's metabolism to promote detoxification and skin health.

"By the way, Master, there is something else I would like to ask you," I said to my master while boiling the water.

These three major factions possessed strength far beyond what the Wind-Thunder Hall could compare to, especially the Purple Imperial Sect and the Blood Heaven Gate; it was said that their leaders were at the late stage of the Martial Venerable realm.

Jiang Changqing stood there like a fool, not handing over the bag but merely staring at his twitching right toe, grinning idiotically.

Had Old Feng not reached out to steady him in time, he likely would have fallen to the ground, and the scene would have become quite chaotic.

Leng Feng was somewhat confused and was about to speak when Leng Yuntian and the old Master Leng happened to descend the stairs.

A moment later, however, Zhan Yitian shook his head, shifted his gaze away from the piling, and walked slowly toward the second grand hall, the Hunyuan Hall.

Lin Xiang followed behind Jin Xiangyu and stepped into the Rose Entertainment City once more. The first floor, like the exterior, was somewhat desolate, with only a few waiters cleaning up.

The yellow-haired man looked annoyed and cursed, "You dare to hang around without knowing the rules, and you even beat up my boss."

The Nine Nether Gate was a secret organization established two years ago after the Kunlun Ancestor gathered various cultivation sects in a failed attempt to slaughter demons. It was hidden along the coastal regions to secretly monitor the movements of evil cultivators entering and exiting the country.

Suddenly, the surface of the previously unremarkable universal charger began to glow with a ring of marquee lights—colorful, dazzling, and quite beautiful.

The difference was that Zhu Nanjun’s family was working hard for their future, while Zhan Yitian’s family was passively enjoying life.

Seeing this scene, the Quail Spirit Bird, which was flying at full speed, let out a low cry. Its wings tilted sharply, and after tracing a semicircle in the sky, it turned back to fly toward Zhan Yitian, who had fallen behind.

Liu Ye shook his head: "I never intended to annihilate your Wang family. Even if your Wang family colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country, I would only execute the ringleaders."

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If he were to say outright that this object would be of great use for what the old man intended to do next, Liu Ye would bet that Elder Zheng would never accept it.

"Hehehe, I heard there will be lanterns in the capital tonight, and I want to go see them," Zhou Manyue said with a fawning smile.

She had also considered whether she should leave Wangjiang, this place of sorrow, and see the outside world, perhaps to find other clues.

Yun Fan thought that if he hadn't found the quest item by 1:00 PM, he would be ready to leave.

Career strength primarily enhances alchemy, increasing success rates or causing mutation effects.

In the middle of the night, heavy snow began to fall again. Jiang Qingning was sleeping soundly in her room, and by the time she rose, the world outside was cloaked in silver, with even the branches outside the courtyard looking as if they were made of snow.

His Imperial Father had told him that only when he clearly understood these two questions could he become a true commander.

If they were to truly clash, there was no telling what kind of chaos would ensue, or if they might even end up destroying each other.

As for Gu He, he would certainly follow him, so whether he had an opinion or not didn't matter; he was only asking out of courtesy.

So, this progress bar stuck at 0.001 percent—could it be that it was Meng Po's own intention?

Hua Yan saw that her work was nearly finished and prepared to pull her hand out of the fish tank, but the moment she moved, the other party lifted his gaze to look at her.

The ancient tombs of those two powerful figures had been sealed with strong barriers to prevent the invasion of Yin demons, but these barriers had no effect on anyone else.