Chapter 54: The Conclusion

"Indeed, let us fight to the end together." Everyone responded in unison, their faces glowing with determination and courage.

They took firm steps, walking deeper and deeper into the unknown, shrouded darkness. The roaring sound in the distance grew increasingly louder, seeming to herald the approach of even more perilous challenges... The group pressed on, gradually penetrating the gloomy ruins. The surrounding black fog grew thicker, as if every inch of the air was filled with oppression and unease. The long sword in Liu Ruoxi's hand occasionally emitted a faint glow, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

"The black fog here is far too dense; we must be doubly careful," Xue Ling whispered, gripping her silver sword tightly and fixing her gaze straight ahead.

Yan...

"Granny Li, please restrain your anger. This fellow is not a member of the Four Extreme Sects; his words hold no weight, nor do they concern the Four Extreme Sects—at least, not the Human Extreme Sect!" Feng Chunhai hurriedly distanced himself.

By this time, it was already past ten in the morning, and the second round of the speed trials was in full swing across the northern, southern, eastern, and western testing zones.

"That's right, Boss Yama, old ox here thinks killing him is a bad idea!" Evidently, the three fellows were panicking a bit at the moment, which was only natural.

"Such an idiot!" Shut-Up screamed, flying back from the bar and circling above the table, recklessly scattering the crushed peanut shells from its wings. Not a single plate on the table was spared.

Sweat continuously seeped from the hand grasping the bright silver weapon. With a furrowed brow and tightened nerves, Loren felt the pressure mounting heavier by the second.

"Understood, Boss, I'll go right now!" The flunky didn't dare to say another word; after all, he was merely an errand runner with no say in the matter.

"Then might I ask where the General's soldiers obtained their profound iron heavy armor?" Li Shimin smiled, a smile carrying profound depth.

In the face of such terrifying, world-destroying power, he could do nothing—even if he tried his utmost, he would only feel the most profound powerlessness and despair.

"I took too long?!" Luca looked at the axe in his hand, feeling a strong urge to chop down the entire cherry tree.

"Alright, stop fishing for compliments while acting aggrieved. Don't I know what kind of relationship you have with Luo Luan? I certainly don't want to humiliate myself by being defeated in a single move!" Wu Ying'er rolled her eyes, determined not to fight in tomorrow's match under any circumstances.

Rong An'an's eyes held a trace of panic. Just a moment ago, she had been clutching her senior brother's arm, but in the next second, only half of her senior brother's body remained.

Before he could finish speaking, he sensed the aura of Zhi Rong, and instantly losing his bravado, he dove straight into her storage pouch.

Hearing the latter part, she nodded in agreement. There were so many powerful people in this world, not to mention immortals and gods; even if the heavens were to collapse, it wasn't her place to worry needlessly.

She hurriedly dragged Rong Qianhan back to the bed, lit the lamps in the room, and returned to his bedside.

The spiritual energy absorbed within and the circulating spiritual power were entirely swallowed by that petrified hand.

By this time, Nan Qing had reached Rong An'an's side, happening to face the two bloody holes on Rong An'an's neck, from which blood was continuously spurting.

Chen Fujai suddenly lost his strength and stumbled, almost falling to the ground. When he brushed against the wound on his thigh, he shivered in pain.

"However, I am not here to introduce new laws and systems to you. As for those, this junior knows there are other capable individuals," Yan Yun changed the subject, looking at Shunhua with a faint smile.

Her voice had already faded to a faint breath, as if it would dissipate the very next second, impossible for anyone to grasp.

Hearing this, the group hurriedly turned and returned to their respective rooms, leaving only a few people on the deck of the large ship.

In fact, what Ye Chengjian said was precisely what Song Dunwu wanted to hear. Indeed, one of the purposes behind Song Dunwu's gift of this wine vessel was indeed to use it as a lead to open the conversation.

Having a traitor within the team was something no one wanted to face, and the nausea it induced was even more chilling to Song Dunwu than offering a warm face to a cold backside! In other words, regardless of which of his subordinate brothers was unmasked, the pain in Song Dunwu's heart would be equally piercing.

Some mid-grade magic, such as the Vermilion Bird Wings, Gale Spell, Ice Palm, Profound Wind Blade, and the battle techniques she used to use, had already been handed over to her by Guo Lin when he decided to bring her to Central Continent. Guo Lin showed exceptional care for this endearing younger sister.

Ye Chengzhi took out all the garments inside, turned around, and looked at Xia Haihong, who was extremely embarrassed, with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

One always had to make arrests and deal with wicked people and vile deeds; decent people were naturally too proud for such tasks, leaving them only to the lowly.

"I wonder what business brings you all here?" Nan Ruochen maintained his calm tone, appearing fearless and undaunted.

Xia Haihong was stunned for a moment, then mentally grumbled about how Ye Chengzhang walked like a ghost without making a sound, followed by murmurs of gratitude to the heavens and the earth. In the end, however, she still opened her eyes and looked around vigilantly.

Knowing full well that serving a monarch was like sleeping with a tiger, he used the excuse of being inept at managing finances to resign from his official post and return to Suzhou, which had already aroused the displeasure of the founding Emperor of Ming.

The same black attire, the heavy purple mist—the trap laid by Wu Zixi finally became Xie Junhe's best disguise, allowing him to melt into the pitch-black night.

Yingjie knew she could not refuse Ji Wuji's request, so she nodded slightly in agreement, feeling extremely nervous and unsure of what Ji Wuji intended to do.

The old beggar knew full well about her blood feud with the Dark Tower, yet he candidly admitted his identity as a wanderer of the Dark Tower and instigated her to set herself against it.

The more he learned about Bao Lan, the more ashamed he felt of the base motives he had harbored at the outset.

Arriving all the way at the foot of the nearest [Origin Node], Fenghao was genuinely startled by the prosperous scene before him. Donghong City truly lived up to its reputation as a first-tier city of the Hong Clan star; the cities he had visited in the past simply could not compare.

After all, Old Master Wufeng still held considerable influence within the coalition forces. No matter how arrogant the Night God Clan might be, they still had to weigh things carefully—should they enrage the old man, it wouldn't take much for him to dispatch a few fleets to swarm and thrash them.