Good Omens

If the other party could also know all the secrets hidden within him, it was impossible to say that, should some mighty cultivator investigate, there would be no acts of destruction or murder directed his way.

Ao Long helped Yang Jian to his feet. With Yang Jian’s destruction of the massive laser cannon, Ling Shui had finally seized complete control.

With so much food available, everyone on the Merry had a hearty feast.

Given his current understanding of the imperial capital, just one of the eight outer branches of the Divine Martial Division in Tianwu City was enough to wipe out the Heaven-Scorching Sword Sect several times over. If it were not for the fact that a few peak Void Return cultivators like Yue Tengyun remained within the sect, it would never have claimed the title of the world’s foremost sword sect.

“I know he’s powerful. Precisely because of this, I drive myself to train harder and harder,” Chen Feng’s brows and eyes displayed an unyielding determination.

Without another word, Xiangli Wu pressed off with his foot, his speed surging yet again. With a shout, Ye Zhuo’s true energy surged. In just a few leaps, he pushed his Wind-Stepping Technique nearly to its limit.

Moments later, the three of them stopped, each tossing a pebble in a different direction. Watching as the stones vanished just as before, they exchanged waves and parted, each heading into the darkness along a chosen path.

The furnace fire spat crimson and orange light from the beast’s mouth, all of it shining on the massive artifact-forging cauldron. Powerful wards surrounded the area, so the chamber felt none of the searing heat.

Yu Yue wanted to ask a question but was simply too tired and fell asleep, deciding to ask when she had the chance.

The Azure Lion and the White Elephant had once been mounts of the Buddhist order, and their magical powers were formidable. The Azure Lion had advanced even further, and the White Elephant was a master in his own right. Only Bai Suxu, with but a fraction of their strength, cradled a child in her arms. After more than a hundred exchanges, the three found themselves hard-pressed against their four opponents; even the most skilled cannot fight off many at once.

A wave of tingling, a surge of cold, then a flush of heat—the exhilarating sensation of ice and fire... Zhang Shaofei felt as though his body had received some extraordinary benefit. The energy that had lain dormant within him for a hundred thousand years now recovered at a breathtaking pace, and unfamiliar powers seeped into him as well.

At the same time, outside the gates of Shadowmoon Sect, over a hundred streaks of light shot into the sky and scattered in all directions. On closer look, each cultivator guiding those lights was at least at the Core Formation stage.

The black-clad warriors drew ever nearer, but Ah Shui’s sword flicked forward with studied nonchalance; with a soft whistle, a warrior’s blade snapped clean in two, forcing him to leap back in alarm.

She could have walked out openly and no one would have stopped her, but she dreaded catching her master’s gentle gaze. Had she not steeled herself in the daylight, she would have already wept and abandoned her decision. Since she had come this far, why not leave with dignity?

After hearing this, Shen Chenzi’s eyes flashed with keen light. He nodded slightly, a thoughtful look on his face.

These twelve men might never have seen such powerful hidden weapons in their lives, nor so many at once. When they finally witnessed them, not one could utter a comment—they no longer had the strength to speak, lying on the ground just as Yan Xuehun and Jiang Fengyu did.

Suddenly, a purple glow flashed in midair; then a giant purple hand, nearly five meters wide, appeared out of nowhere and swept up the three red flying tridents.

Qingfeng glanced back and saw Lu Shaoxi slice off a black panther’s head with a single palm strike, leaving him momentarily stunned.

The Yellow Emperor swung both arms, and with a blow of his Vajra Fist, both King Moqi and Zhuanxu were sent flying, crashing heavily onto the marble floor.

“Ah, so the Phoenix Song Sword Aura has such effects? It truly is full of potential,” Lord Jiuxiao gazed from afar at the Sword Platform, his interest in Song Mingtin growing ever deeper.

In the midst of the bickering, Langya gradually regained consciousness. He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate, focusing his mind and energy. Slowly, Yayu, You Yan, and his father faded from sight, leaving only the two figures of Yi Yao—real and false—before him, taking turns to plead their case.

“Is this the start of the dark storyline?” Wenxin glanced at Athena, then at Lin Mufeng, and asked.

The Grand Elder saw the look in Mu Tian’s eyes and could not help but praise him inwardly. Whether he reached that realm or not, to have such ambition was already praiseworthy—some people never even dared to dream it.

The first floor had already been cleared for the time being. After a day’s decoration, it looked thoroughly professional: chandeliers above, red carpets below, all perfectly arranged. Outside Wanfu Jewelry, luxury cars lined the street, each worth at least a million.

This man’s thoughtfulness was always subtle and gentle, quietly easing her burdens and worries without her noticing.

Mu Tian’s heart stirred at these words. Perhaps others were helpless, but he had many ways—Slaughter Blade could certainly shatter the bones, though preventing the loss of essence was a challenge.

Picking up a massive stone from the ground, he shook his arm and smashed it toward the head of the spotted tiger, scraping food remnants from between his teeth.

I rolled my eyes at him—my clothes were already soaked with sweat, my body limp as melted wax. How could I possibly have the strength to bite him?

Ye Xiu never expected Zhao Ruobing to be so direct; his face flushed instantly, especially under the gaze of his colleagues in the private room. Embarrassment overwhelmed him, and he wished he could crawl into a hole and hide.

At the very instant his true energy began to surge wildly, his body—already swift as the wind—grew even faster, becoming a mere shadow racing forward.