Chapter 56: The Path of Cultivation is Inherently Defying the Heavens

Young Master Qin could hardly keep his facial expression composed upon hearing this.
Yet, he still agreed to this wager rather quickly.
Yes, a wager.
What began as a challenge delivered to the doorstep had, in the words of the opposing young sect master, been transformed into a wager.
At least, it sounded far less absurd that way.
Some people believe that being fought over by two men is bound to be a matter of great honor.
As far as Xia Huanjiao was concerned,
that was absolute utter nonsense!

Zhao Xian smiled faintly at Lin Qing, then turned his gaze toward Cao Qin, who was shivering in the corner of the imperial prison, and flashed a cruel smile.

Long Xing smiled slightly and said, "Mission accomplished!" With that, he handed over a jade slip.

Yet now, looking at the black-robed man sitting coldly at the very top, and listening to his ambitious declaration of bloodily suppressing the heavens in the future, a chill washed over Dongfang Wuwei's heart, while simultaneously filling him with a sense of sorrow and worthiness for the ancient sages of his clan.

However, matters did not end so easily. The thin thread abruptly made a sharp turn, and before the white wolf could even react, it pierced straight into the back of his head. A wave of dizziness washed over the white wolf, and the next moment, he found his mind flooded with a vast amount of unfamiliar information.

Still, this was far better than having to face a hail of ten thousand arrows simultaneously! At the very least, it bought Long Xing a buffer period to maneuver and respond.

"That's already more than enough. If I had enough brain cores to devour, who knows what level of evolution I'd have reached by now!" I was quite satisfied with the evolution of Xia Yuan and Zhang Xue. After all, reaching their current tier required consuming piles and piles of brain cores.

"This junior thanks Elder Cang for his generous bestowal!" Long Xing said, respectfully taking the jade slip floating before him into his hands.

Such were the rules of Prince Su's estate. Zhao Xian could delegate power to his subordinates, but while doing so, he had to retain the ability to supervise that power at any moment. Not even the closest confidants were exempt from this rule.

"Oh? How did you know?" Feng Li looked at me in astonishment, trying to read something in my eyes.

Shi Fan rubbed his nose helplessly. He couldn't get in touch with the others, which couldn't be helped, but Yang Chan was right beside him—how could he renege on accepting her merits?

At this thought, the expressions of the remaining senior students turned extremely gloomy as they gritted their teeth hard. Deep down, they intensely regretted why they had ever accepted this miserable chore from Young Master Yang; it was simply courting death! Holding nothing back anymore, they unleashed all their might, tearing through the void to strike at Chen Fei with a momentum that shook the heavens.

Wright had already made up his mind; how could he possibly retreat? Having missed his initial thrust, he was scooped up around the waist by the Black Dragon. Deciding to go all out, he reversed Sidallu in his hands and drove the tip fiercely down toward the unhealed bloody scar on the dragon's neck that he had slashed earlier.

Fortunately, there was still ten thousand yuan. Old man Zhang first called Xiang Pang to schedule a time, then took a bath to wash away his fatigue. This bath had to be a lavish one; old man Zhang was determined to treat himself to a full-service indulgence to prove that his blade was still sharp and to regain his confidence.

With just the two of them—himself and the Night Dragon Demon Emperor—there was simply no way they could do anything to Chen Fei. In fact, if the fight continued, their lives might even be in danger. Such calculations and judgments inevitably caused Long Ao'feng's resolve to waver.

The Heavenly Thunder Assault Sword was the signature swordsmanship of Leonard, the Sword Master of the End. Across the entire continent, not just humans, but all sentient beings ought to know of it; after all, the legends of that man had long since transcended races and space-time.

Within the ancestral memories, Mingshen had left behind a clear and definitive message: immortals do exist in this world! And there is more than one.

When the crimson flames spread along the slender arm onto Elder Pang, the once imposing elder let out a piercing scream and began plummeting toward the ground. Falling alongside him were the owner of the slender arm and the black-and-white panda by their side.