Volume 1, Chapter 64: Counter-Kill
Thunderous applause erupted, and everyone looked on in deep admiration. It had to be said that Zhang Liang's lecture was exceptionally brilliant; even someone with as strong a rebellious streak as Shen Jiahao was completely conquered.
Xuelan's voice carried a ethereal quality. This was the truest sentiment from the depths of Jiang Xuelan's heart, as she had entrusted all her affection to her biological son, Zhou Runxuan, long having abandoned any hope for Zhou Zichen. She only wished for her son to grow up safely; should she lose him, Jiang Xuelan would lose all reason to live.
The commander-in-chief and the others looked at the soldier with a hint of curiosity, never expecting that such a soldier would rush out at this moment. At the same time, they were deeply captivated by the young soldier's gaze, which set him apart from all the others.
Restricted by the posture of still holding each other, the two felt a bit awkward. Chu Junqing held Su Linglong as they landed securely on the ground, somewhat reluctantly releasing her from his embrace.
The present Mist Village Anbu was no longer the assassination squad from the era of turmoil, but had transformed into the true Mizukage bodyguard unit, with intelligence gathering being their core specialty.
Aside from the immense influence of the Hundred Beasts Sect in the southeast, the official attitude toward martial sects had always been rather complicated.
Meanwhile, this great victory at Kunlun Pass had spread across the entire nation, boosting the morale of the military and civilians nationwide. The Fifth Corps, a designation already renowned, grew even more famous.
I nodded and paid my respects to her, thinking that Divine Lord Yufei had practiced in the Yujing Realm for two thousand years, endlessly repeating the basics of various palm and sword techniques. If her foundation were still flawed after all that, she might as well give up.
So-called karma was something that existed for the Heavenly Dao to maintain universal balance. Whatever deeds you committed would yield corresponding karmic retributions. This explained why, despite the existence of so many powerful beings, very few harmed life casually; doing so excessively would incur punishment from the Heavenly Dao.
"You..." Dou Jizhou's body trembled as he stopped speaking, his handsome face completely drained of any trace of color.
However, Yang Fan's current objective was the final dilapidated hall of the Heavenly King Palace, so naturally, this interlude did not alter his plans in the least. Moreover, after slaying that ghost, the graveyard remained completely normal, and it stayed that way even as Yang Fan walked through it and finally arrived before the ruined hall.
The next moment, the barbarian youth's body was engulfed by countless currents of electricity, causing him to fall helplessly to the ground.
With the Poison Scorpion Trio venting their anger, the biochemical ghosts, no longer hindered by the mechanical fans, were simply not up to standard and were slaughtered as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. The remaining number of biochemical ghosts dwindled continuously until the very last one was smashed into pulp, prompting the three of them to finally stop.
At a certain moment, when this giant spear piercing the heavens grew to a certain extent, it was suddenly seen to come alive abruptly. With a fierce, frenzied roll across the sky, it transformed into a terrifying five-clawed blood dragon.
Yun Tianyang felt as though a massive repulsive force had arisen throughout the entire world, irresistibly attempting to forcefully expel him from this realm.
"Surrender?" Not only was Mie Kong, who stood ahead looking somewhat exhausted, caught completely off-guard, but Jade Stone and Abbot Ku Ye, standing in the distance, were also stunned.
Wild winds surged everywhere, their might continuously mounting. In the blink of an eye, the piercing light transformed into a terrifying, rapid glare.
After transforming into an Immortal Emperor, Yuan Hao, accompanied by Yun Chuoyan and Yuan Ya, returned to the Immortal Cultivation Realm to visit Yun Chuoyan's parents, staying there for several years before returning to Earth.
However, to his great regret, apart from the aura of the Three-Legged Golden Crow, which could slightly influence the opponent, only the phoenix sculpture proved effective against them.
Practitioners in the Disbanding Realm or Armor-Shedding Realm who possessed internal energy could at most suppress the virus. To expel the virus and drive it out of the body, only someone with formidable strength like Sun Yuan was capable of doing so.
"Here! Put it on! We're heading into the Lian District for a Three-All policy." Seeing Chen Dong and Zhangbing walking over, Dai Feng tossed the armbands in his hands to the two of them and said with high-spirited laughter.
Upon hearing this, although Yang Fen knew it was immoral to feel happy, she still could not suppress the secret joy in her heart. Perhaps that was simply how it was—living better than the other person was the ultimate revenge.
The swordsman closest to Han Xin struck out immediately, determined not to let the umbrella be destroyed while simultaneously killing this young master swordsman. By accomplishing both feats, they could secure the position of trusted confidants to their master, the future head of this great noble clan.
Thinking back to when he first met Xiao Han—his carefree demeanor at the time contrasted completely with his hesitant and bashful appearance now—it was truly like night and day.
Even an peerless sect like Mount Shu was heading toward decline; how could any sect be passed down for thousands or tens of thousands of years?
"Do you know why the sects of the Central Plains are so prosperous, with each sect boasting dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators, and the entire Central Plains having at least a thousand—no, fifteen hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators? Why is it that with such numbers, the Central Plains still lack the strength to annihilate the Royal Court, or even deter it enough to prevent its southward invasions?" Jin Ye suddenly asked.
This was much like how He Yang had previously attempted to force himself upon her in such a vile manner, only for her to finally escape. She had no idea where he was now.
She had once thought that Jinyuan would be the last, but unexpectedly, Jinyuan had selfishly abandoned the grand enterprise originally entrusted by the Phoenix Monarch.
Upon drawing closer, Han Feishen's gaze darkened. Ahead lay not just a single fishing boat; rather, a massive fleet of well over a hundred fishing boats was moving about in full force.
"Offense taken." Ling Yi immediately returned his blade to its scabbard, cupped his fists in a solemn bow, and retrieved Zhao Yuanfang's long sword to return it to him.
Ji Yun stood frozen as if trapped in time, his right hand holding a hundred-jin jar of wine while his left hand remained outstretched. Yan Jing'an buried her lower face against her own hands right against Ji Yun's chest, and Ji Yun did not dare to move rashly. The two of them gradually fell silent.
The step-by-step concessions of Jun Xian not only failed to make the Emperor let go of his guard against the Prince Lin Manor, but instead made the manor's situation even more precarious.
Thinking of the widespread rumors throughout the capital about how skilled the divine doctor Xue was, Madam Meng felt even more uneasy in her heart.
After all, from their perspective, these were all matters concerning the Yun family itself. It was fundamentally wrong for Jun Yunqing and the others to meddle, and even if they lost their lives, they could blame no one.
When she first returned with Song Tianran, he had once told her that taking her as a disciple was not difficult, but entering the Five Sects would depend entirely on her own ability.
"Mu Jing," she called out steadily, pulling all the mist and fragmentation from the depths of her gaze, pronouncing his full name syllable by syllable, completely stripping this man she had adored for nearly twenty years out of her life.