Chapter 129: Zhang Tian'ai Tears Apart the Scumbag

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And Jian Dan—how could he run through such a dark region below as though he were racing along a broad, level road? Could he actually see through that pitch-black darkness, where one could not even see one’s own hand? …Just what other secrets had he yet to reveal?

They had now reached the border of the Blackstone Wasteland. After taking a brief rest here, they would enter the wasteland in search of the wisp of soul that had fled there.

“But…” Zhen Long had not even finished speaking when the call was cut off. He gritted his teeth and was about to call back, but after a moment’s thought, decided to report the matter to Instructor Ma first.

“Remove the word ‘classmate.’” Ye Li pursed his lips. Hadn’t they already stopped calling him that? Why had they started again?

Xing Shijie and Young Master Ming cheered, but they did not dare linger and continued flying deeper into the passage.

She would rather have died by Shi Ruoguang’s hand back then than learn the whole truth. Even less could she bear to live alone with her child in a world that had lost the person she loved.

“If there’s nothing wrong at the hospital, have them come back. I have something very important to say.” Lan Pei drew a deep breath.

Sigh… In truth, he knew that Empress Lü had never cared much for Liu Xian. After all, his father was Liu Bang’s eldest son by a concubine, so he could hardly be considered Empress Lü’s true grandson. How could she regard him as her own?

It took her N seconds to recover from her daze. The nameless flame in her heart erupted once more. Whether it was because of the original owner or because of herself, Mo Ruoxue irritated her no matter how she looked at her.

A flash of white light passed. When they looked toward the shore again, they saw a bottomless black hole appear on the surface of the sea.

Two quarters of an hour passed in a blink. The disciple in charge came down from the second floor, but Ye Zhuo, who should have been waiting there, was nowhere to be seen. A trace of anger flickered in his eyes.

A wild, unrestrained laugh burst from the mouth of a vicious-looking middle-aged sea cultivator. At the same time, a sharp killing intent spread from the six sea cultivators.

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Komodo came rolling over from afar like a spinning porcupine, its claws bared. The grinding of bones could be heard throughout its body, and wherever it passed, everything was swept by blade marks.

No one knew what the patriarch and the several elders had noticed. Yet, merely from their expressions and the emotions that unconsciously escaped them, the Xiangli clansmen could determine that something important had happened—and that it certainly had something to do with Ye Zhuo, who was surrounded by the others.

Alongside his fear, Luo Tian felt immensely fortunate. Thank goodness he had crawled over; otherwise, he had no idea what the consequences would have been.

Everyone watched, hearts racing with excitement. Ling Sheng swung his divine sword, unleashing an endless barrage of attacks that resounded across the wilderness. With Ling Sheng’s current cultivation, he had long since mastered the Three Illusions Nine Thunder Tribulation. By transforming its techniques into sword moves, he had created a might capable of shaking heaven and earth.

Rather than gamble on an unknown mission world, it was better to enter a world whose circumstances he understood. In this world, there was still a way to accomplish his objective.

Luo Tian smiled faintly, and his face appeared even rosier. The injuries on his body had healed a little more, but the main reason was that he truly enjoyed this quiet battle. His heart, too, seemed to drift upon the moonlight together with that stretch of flowing water.

All of them fixed their spiritual senses on the two human cultivators, waiting for the middle-aged man who would give the order to issue his command.

The dishes Mu Leng had taken a fancy to had twice been snatched away by others. In the end, all that remained for him to eat was a piece of fish smaller than his palm, so he had no choice but to slow down.

Much of Spring City’s prosperity came from the Firmament Academy. Whenever the academy’s students had their end-of-month holiday, they would take carriages to Spring City and spend lavishly, easing the tension they had accumulated.

If Zhou Fan had not just told him Mo Jin’s true identity, he would not have been so conflicted. He could simply have handled the matter impartially.

Bai Ming’s expression changed drastically. His true body had conducted some research on the Spirit-Eating Insect. Although terrifying, it took a long time to reproduce, and certain special conditions had to be met before it could hatch. Otherwise, it would not have remained unhatched until it encountered Meng Lingru, leaving the evil cultivator Zhu with nothing after stealing it.

Many countries suffered devastating losses. Some rulers even died amid the chaos of war, while victory brought with it the scars left behind by the conflict.

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A promising young man of outstanding academic and moral character, forced by the pressures of life to leave school. Not only that, but in order to ease the burden on his family, he had taken on the responsibilities of adult life far too early… and so on. He could practically have been chosen as one of the Top Ten Most Inspirational People in China.

“Surrender, Wuheng people!” The Azure Wolf Guard known as “Silver Eight,” disguised as an ordinary Yellow Turban soldier and advancing with the Yellow Turban troops behind him, stepped forward and urged them to surrender.

“Yes, we shall obey the Venerable One’s command!” Everyone already knew the transmission procedure and immediately answered in unison.

“The army is pacifying the people, and the divine faction has people here as well. I think someone deliberately…” He had witnessed what happened earlier with his own eyes. At first, he thought he had merely encountered an isolated incident, but as he traveled onward, he discovered that dozens of similar incidents had occurred throughout many parts of the imperial capital.

Yuxuan smiled. “Thanks, but I really don’t want to know. Luxue, are you free right now? Go cut up the fruit in the refrigerator and bring it out for me. I suddenly feel terribly thirsty.”

“Unaccustomed to the local food and water, are you? You can handle me, though.”

“Wait, I’ll cut it for you right away. Please be patient, Your Elder.”

He had discovered that Hong Yi’s martial cultivation had already reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm, which aroused Xiao Ziyu’s curiosity.

When the waiter asked what they wanted to eat, Zhang Xiao ordered two portions of black-bean rice without hesitation, along with a serving of the local specialty Bahian cuisine.

“Is that so? You want to advance, but I want to advance too. We’ll just see who wins. Enough talk. It’s your turn now!” Han Shengqi said.

A member of the Eternal Temple with high-level Legendary cultivation spoke with deep suspicion, even thinking that the other party’s actions might conceal some kind of trap.

As soon as the match began, the two immediately fought with all their strength. Just as Pan Jie and Han Shengqi had said earlier, their styles had undergone a tremendous change from their previous performances. Pan Jie had previously excelled at an impregnable defense, while Han Shengqi had displayed a fierce chess style and meticulously precise formations.

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